Kin Coldblood Novels & Stories

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

Jerking her head to one side in assent. “Fine. I have other things to attend to anyway.” He stomped across Winter’s Haven, to stand perilously close to where ColdKill leaned against the pillar laughing as he jested with one of the benched tables. Savage was unmoving until the entire table quieted, and all eyes lighting on him. At length, ColdKill slowly turned. Tankard in hand. “Ah, you’re still alive! I heard you were ambushed.” “You heard wrong. An ambush implies you didn’t know it was coming.”

The coins were warm, stained with his blood. "You're an idiot, Blackwood," I spat. "You’ve compromised your core for a handful of scrap." "I'm... the floor..." Kael murmured, his eyes rolling back as the hypothermia took hold. I stood there, my bone-white arm catching the orange light of the braziers, watching my son drag his father back through the slush.

She said causally. How can a human being be this cold? You just killed someone? The past few weeks I've spent with her has been hell,forcing me to go on dates with her,her dad sending me on death errands, clinging onto me always was freaking annoying and now she killed Luna,the love of my life. I hit some of the bodyguard but they overpowered me. I was beaten and left all alone. I carried Luna in my arms and dashed to the hospital. The nurses placed her on a stretcher and checked her pulse.

They immediately crawled up to the ground and forward. Niko saw the incoming Reapers. He stomped on the ground and the rocks flew around him. He then pushed his hand forward and the rocks rushed like arrows,. hitting the Reapers rightfully on their nasty faces. They shrieked and snarled forward. There are Badbloods who were still above the trees, too scared to go down. Kebin waved his hand and the wind suddenly became solid. "Faster!" He said to their trapped comrades. The Badbloods unhesitatingly stepped into the solid wind and they drifted towards the village.

“Normally I wait a few hours until we get to the main event during my tortures. But I promised my new wife I’d be quick, so looks like we’ll be getting to the good part right away.” He moved closer to them, standing over them. He tapped the back of his knife against his hand, staring at the two struggling men, both pale with bloodied torsos. “Okay, I guess a little foreplay is necessary.” He squatted down, and before anyone could process his words, he shoved the knife into one of their chests and dragged it down the length of his torso while the man screamed in agony, more blood spilling out of the tearing in his chest. Blake laughed in a sick way and then turned to the other man, doing the

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

It came without warning. One of our key businesses—a luxury establishment that had ties to our financial web—was turned into a battleground. Eleven dead. Four of them ours. The reports came in quickly—names, final movements, the way bodies had been found. But it wasn’t the faceless casualties that sealed Elena’s fate. It was who she had killed. Matteo Romano, my father’s former advisor, the man who had stood beside me during my rise to power. Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours.