Kin Coldblood Novels & Stories

I dropped to my knees, pain surging through me. “You didn’t think it was that easy to kill me now, did you? It’ll take more than what you concocted to.” Freya boasted walking closer. She looked drained of blood, like her source of life gone. “But I’ll show you what it means to take a life.”

"Lately, I've been too busy watching Korean dramas late into the night, so my sleep schedule is a bit messed up." Keyra shook her head upon hearing Kimberly's response. "Oh my goodness, Kimmy, you might be in the clear now. But if Mr. Andrew catches you being late again tomorrow, I can guarantee you'll face consequences," Keyra remarked. Kimberly shrugged dramatically. "What can I do? You know my hobby of watching N*****x series. Besides, 'The Witcher' is just too good to miss. You should watch it too. You know what? I feel like I become Yennefer after watching that drama," Kimberly explained.

"You're him, aren't you? King Kanyon Coldblood." "Yes I am," Kanyon nodded. "Why are you doing this?" Kanyon seized him by the throat and raised him off the ground. He leaned down to him and whispered in his ear, "The omega slut is my mate!" He drew back so he could see into Gary's eyes. The werewolf’s face went pale, realizing his end was here. Kanyon began to squeeze the life from his body. The werewolf twisted violently in Kanyon's grasp. The king leaned closer, his sharp canines glinting, and then he sank them into Gary's jugular, ripping it open. His body flailed as he convulsed, blood spraying everywhere like water from a broken pipe.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

This scene was like a movie wherein the police officers chased a criminal, tried to save two teenagers, and maybe get big cash rewards from their wealthy families. Out of nervousness, the kidnapper speed up the gasoline so he could escape from them. The kidnapper didn't notice the truck speeding up on their way and the last thing they remembered was the car crashing and rolling on the busy midnight street.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

Warm enough to make her refuse to open her eyes again. Meanwhile, Kevin realized that he had arrived at the Raltz area. An area is covered by a pile of snow, making white the dominant color in any corner. "Are you cold? I forgot you're human," he said casually as if to hint that he was a vampire. The woman weakly shook her head. Kevin looked at the woman's face. Her face was a little dirty but she had beautiful skin. Her reddish-brown hair looks very beautiful. And her neck... there must be some delicious blood in there.

Drake tells me catching my face, his own emotions plastered all over his face I feel a warm wash of water flow from between my legs followed by more pain, drake looks down and his entire body freezes, “CARON CARON I NEED YOU CARON! He screams, i look down and realise im covered in blood, my own thoughts freeze, it was so much, it was everywhere and more was spreading out over the bed and dripping of the edge, drake turns, opening the door for a tired looking caron and a frantic looking fiona, as both of them see me they stop looking to each other then back to me

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

He raised the blade, letting the flat of it drag across Alex’s skin-not deep enough to wound but enough to send a shiver down his spine. “Every cry, every plea, every gasp you’ll make tonight-it’s not for me,” Aaron continued, his tone growing colder. “It’s for her. For every woman who never got to scream loud enough for someone to hear. For every life you stole, for every soul you broke.” Alex’s breath came in short, panicked gasps. “You don’t have to do this, Knight. You’re b-better than this.” Aaron’s lips twitched into a bitter smile. “Better? Maybe. But not tonight.”