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

The neverending searches, finding nothing but a random foot or shoe print that lead to nowhere. Ten days had passed since we went to Bluebay and according to the mayor, not one person had shown any interest in us all uniting, despite the fact that the night we left the town, their entire community hall was set alight and burned away until there was nothing left but ash and rubble. But we had our own problems. When Kiko and a team were out on their search yesterday, they found Zekan's shirt with traces of his blood soaked into it. Since Kiko had brought it to Talon, I had tried to give him some space. I wasn't afraid of him, but the rage he flew into as he smashed up half of his chamber hall,

She fell, palms smacking the ice, cold biting through her skin. “He can’t help you, Maya,” the woman said. She glided across the ice, smooth as water, not even slipping. “No one can. This is it. Finish your dance and the machines turn off. Your friends live. If you don’t...” She didn’t have to finish. Overhead, a giant screen blinked on, showing the safe house. Julian, David, Toby, Bianca—huddled in the kitchen’s corner. The walls oozed the same black, rotting slime from the mountain. The Iron King was coming, dragging his heavy metal body through the floorboards.

** **Location: Conference Room 4B** No pleasantries. No context. Just a cold command. *4B.* The nickname whispered in hushed tones flashed in his mind: *The Silent Box.* No windows, only soundproofed walls and that infamous one-way mirrored glass turning occupants into specimens. A room for executions, not discussions. His gaze scanned the header again. No CC. No Elias Voss. Just him. Alone.

This action from Mila confirmed for me that he had something either on his skin or in his blood that lured vampires in, making them unable to fight wanting to feed off of him, in effect killing themselves. I lift my head to him and watch the back of his head as he says, “So, you may not remember but my name is Kolby…” “Murderer… More like it…” I growl as I picture him killing Raymond and Gabe, he just laughs as he looks over his shoulder, “You can only be a murderer of people and your kind aren’t people.” “Says who? You?” I growl at him again as my temper flares, he doesn’t answer me as he turns his attention back to the trolley in front of him and says.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

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.

I asked Kyle and got some salt. Kyle grinned and looked up. We were even more filled with cock when he pointed down the throat. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greco's gaze. He won't be offended of this, right? There is nothing in the rules of hook ups that forbids body shots so it's okay. I put the salt on Kyle's throat. How many times have I done this so I am no longer counted. Kyle held my waist when I crouched to lick the salt on his throat. I quickly swallowed the hard shot afterwards.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

It was tall, too tall. Realization dawned on her… Could this be a coffin…? Blood drained from her already pale face when she realized what she had fallen on. No, no—it couldn’t be. Please… let it just be a box. Anything but a coffin. Her chest tightened, beating with every shallow breath. Am I… going to die here? On top of something like this? Blood dripped steadily from her wound, dark drops staining the surface beneath her. The cold seeping from it pressed into her skin, creeping deeper, as if stealing her warmth.