In Cold Blood Novels & Stories

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

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.

Lovers of COLDBLOODED! First of,thanks for reading this book. It really means a lot for me and I dearly appreciate. This is my first Vampire romance book and I'd really love to hear your thoughts in the review section. As some of you already know, I'm happy to tell that the story of your beloved Middleton and Cosgrove isn't over yet!. This book comes with a sequel!!. Yay. "THE MALEVOLENT TRIBRID"

Dark, brooding, filled with so much coldness and soulless. ‘Die fucker!’ And with that, I shot a man on his knees in between his eyes and he dropped dead in a puddle of his own blood.

BLOOD AND GUILT ~TATE'S POV~ The Armory was cold, smelling of gun oil and silver. I stood at the workbench, my hands moving mechanically as I loaded high-caliber rounds into a magazine. Click. Click. Click. The sound was the only thing keeping me from screaming. 'New blood,' the Codex had said.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

I felt the chill that emanates from my very core, it does not harm me but the cold licks at the back of my mind and my body temperature dwindles to the negatives yet I am unafraid and my heart still pumps normally. If not for the frost on my seats whenever I stood up, or the mist on the window from just breathing deeply or a sigh, I would not notice my declining temperature. Sometimes I fear the toilet would freeze over if I used it, I sadly have not reached the level of my bodies betrayal where I no longer needed the toilet, thankfully I have not frozen the toilet….yet. Looking into Caius’ eyes is like staring into the universe, he held the secret of the universe, and with it all my secret

In the pitch-black morgue of St. Jude, the heavy doors groaned and gave way under Lucas’s frantic assault. The impact echoed through the cavernous basement like a funeral bell. The scent of formalin was suffocating, thick enough to coat the back of the throat with a bitter, metallic film. Sophia gripped the cold steel of the handgun, her knuckles white from the intensity of her hold. The weapon felt unnaturally heavy, a leaden anchor in a world that had suddenly lost its gravity.

He keeps moving, slaughtering them like goats. THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! All that is seen are his afterimages and wherever he crosses, more than ten bodies drop to the floor, their blood spilling and adding to the ones on the floor. Jacob has peed in his pants countless times. His body is shivering explicitly. His teeth are gnashing against each other and his skin is as whitish as the now-dropping snow. Yes, the room is cold that it feels like it is snowing. Everything in the room has already frozen, including wooden items.