In Cold Blood Novels & Stories

Not to him. I watched as he raised his gun and, with a calmness that made my blood run cold, put a bullet between the man's eyes. The sound of it—it was so sharp, so final, it rang in my ears long after the deed was done. The blood. It spilled out from the body, pooling on the cold concrete floor, and before I even had the chance to process it, it reached my feet. My white Chuck Taylor sneakers, now stained with the life of a man who didn’t deserve to die. I stared at it, frozen, unable to move, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Ashabi said in tears and jumping up and down. “Dying ke?” she asked her and the young girl nodded. “She is bleeding.” She explained and the woman looked at her with surprise. “Bleeding…? Where is she?” She said to her and ran toward the house. With Ashabi following closely, Shade was lying on the floor lifeless and there were so much blood on the floor. “Why is there so much blood?” she asked. “I don’t know ma.” She replied. “Oya… hospital. Go and call Boda Segun, we will use his bike.” The woman said to Ashabi and she ran out again.

I stared wide-eyed as it took hold of my arm, squeezing tightly until I could feel the coldness of its fingers piercing my bones. "YOUR BLOOD IS MINE!" it roared. "I WILL TAKE EVERY OUNCE OF YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC! YOU ARE MY KEY TO THEM! ONCE I HAVE YOU, THEY WILL ALL FALL. I WILL END THEM ALL!" It's deep voice raved, pricking at every cell of my body, turning it into stone so I could not escape. I could not fight back.... it had me.... it had me choking on all of my fear.

After a few gulps, he pulled the water away. “Good?” “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “Sw Are you hungry?” “No.” “Are you cold?” I hesitated, thinking of how I could use my next answer to my advantage. “…Yes.” “It is pretty cold in here, isn’t it?” Colt leaned over and set the water bottle down. “We have to keep it cold here. This room is where we butcher our kills. The cold keeps the meat fresh.” His arms stayed firmly around me. If I thought he was going to leave me alone or at least detach from me to give me the sweater off his back, I was wrong. “There’s been so much blood in here that it stains the floor. Can you smell it?”

"How can a wolf be as cold-blooded as you? You've brutally murdered surrendering soldiers and slaughtered civilians. Your actions are the direct reason the Frostfangs was wiped out." "Cold-blooded?" Velda slowly lifted her eyes, which were filled with nothing but a harsh, sober reality. "We're talking about war. What does 'cold-blooded' even mean? They were hiding in civilian homes. If I didn't use force to flush them out, would they have surrendered voluntarily?" Her scent flared slightly—the metallic smell of old armor. Even bound by silver, the core of a warrior leaked through.

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

The pain in my body was numb due to the cold water they threw me in. A snow fell on my nose and a small smile crept on my lips. Ha, who would've known that I've got a high resistance? The blood flows on my chest freely. My hands are turning blue due to the cold and there's no doubt that no matter how I tried, I'll be dead before someone could even rescue me. I let out a raspy breath as I tried to laugh at myself for being so idiot.

was what I felt around cold blackness, as I saw myself standing on a black surface, I felt a shuddering fear creep through me as I looked around, a second ago I was in my nightdress, and when I looked down as I saw that I was wearing that wretched bloody dress from that night No, no, no this is a dream all a dream I prayed to myself, my hands felt cold, I looked down to dee m hands dripping with blood into the black murky water, and in the cold smoke that emerged I saw a figure, laying down with a bloody white shirt, and it was Kal

I frowned and tried my best to release one. “I really want to but I am not able to cry. Is there something wrong in me?” I asked them. “We don’t know. Why are you looking at us blankly?” Nikki asked frowning. I didn’t reply but I turned around to see that the Moon is still red. It felt like I can’t look at it anymore and then I saw light coming from the Aman’s room. I immediately closed the blinds and said “These are not to be opened at all.” “Pia! Talk to us.” Nikki said stopping me from going near the bed.

Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me be I sat beside him Amidst the hubbub As he gasped for breath He touched my face Searching with the fingers He got to my neck And took me unawares Strangling with all his strength I was terrified Gasping for breath And trying to wrestle him I bit his hand very hard But he wouldn’t let me be My breath was feint My strength was fading My hands searched the ground I found a sharp object Which I thrusted towards his heart Puncturing his movement He fell slowly Releasing his grip from