In Cold Blood Novels & Stories

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

A gun. My blood went cold.

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

"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.

"When I touched that juror, I didn't just feel his blood. I felt a surface. Like a thin sheet of ice over a void. He wasn't impersonating Councilor Kael; he was wearing him." "We’ve checked the remaining Council members, Sofia. We’ve had them bleed into bowls of salt water just to satisfy the mob’s superstitions. They’re all real. They all bleed red or indigo, depending on their tier," Jax countered, finally slamming a report down. "The 'Cold-Bloods' are broken. The sabotage at the core was their last stand. We are chasing ghosts in the snow."

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.