Kin Coldblood Novels & Stories

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal. “No Mom! I'm sorry. Please don't call Santa on me!” He plays along and the twins laugh. “Ricky's gonna be on the naughty list!” Val sings. “After further consideration, I don't think that Die Hard should be considered a Christmas movie.” Ricky says, moving over to me and I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “Traitor.” Wilder hisses at him with a grin. “Son, I can't believe that you would side with your mother over me. Remember that I'm the one that let you dr-” He stops suddenly and looks at me with a guilty expression.

A woman who was killed by someone of unknown origin fell to the ground in a stream of blood and turned the neck with oozing blood towards Akshara. Akshara was panicked to saw the bloody evil live murder and closed her mouth with her hands not to leave any sound which would draw attention to her. She doesn't know what she could do when a corpse looked at her with bloody tears. All she could do is to run… Run… the scene of the nightmare faded. A blasting thunder brought Akshara from the dream world to the real world.

He just stood there calmly, letting me suck his blood as much as I needed. The warm blood moistened my throat like warm, soft chocolate; each gulp reduced the burning sensation in my body. I breathed in deeply. Vaguely, I heard the sound of the elevator bell ringing again; I opened my eyes slightly and saw Erik walking out of the elevator with Alice. Alice was wearing a black cocktail dress that elegantly wrapped her body, with a sash containing a katana on her shoulder, making her appearance look strange. She just glanced at us briefly and said as she walked by, "I'll take care of it." She muttered in her Russian accent before entering the Penthouse, followed by Erik behind her. I didn't ca

Killian stepped in with a bloody knife dangling casually from his hand, his black shirt soaked and sticking to his chest. The pale skin of his neck and cheek was stained with droplets of blood, a cold smirk on his lips and dead eyes. He tilted his head, looking at Kara. The shadows around him pressed in with domination even in the well-lit room, and all the blood drained from Kara’s face. I may have enjoyed the sight, but—how long had he been standing there? How much had he heard?

“The blood of your kin is a key. Spill it, and I open everything for you.” His skin prickled under his coat. The tendrils wrapped higher, over his ribs, coiling along his arms like a lover’s embrace. The longer they touched him, the more his own will began to bleed away, drip by drip. The spear aimed at Daryl inched forward. Killian’s jaw clenched until it hurt. He pushed with everything — memories of his parents’ last night, of the laughter of the noble who bought their blood like wine, of the years running from hunters who didn’t even know why they hunted him.

I’m outnumbered. “What did you do to him?” I ask trying to keep myself calm. I have never seen Colton this beaten up. His skin is as pale as snow. “My buddies and I just drained him of his blood. No big deal.” Killian says and my blood boils even more. “What do you want?” I question deeply. “Don’t you want to know what his blood did for us?” He says and I stare at him curiously. I already know what he’s going to say. Colton’s blood has the serum and since they drank from him, it made them stronger.

“I am waiting for every second, every minute; why do you stop when there is an opportunity? Just kill him; it's war; what's so stressful? Up to one person to kill one person, to two people to kill two, how many to kill, how many. I'm also curious about what it feels like to be bathed in a sea of blood." His disdain for human life was terrible. Although his rumors have come a long way, they are all about his crimes. But I once had a little hope that somewhere in my heart, there was still love. But now, maybe I was wrong; Kent is cold-blooded, and his heart is also molded from the stone of hell. His pleasure is to see the pain of others, the flesh, and blood of others. Someone like him doesn't

Killian’s POV The cold wasn't just an external temperature—it was a crawling, living thing that wormed beneath my skin like icy leeches sucking the warmth straight out of my bones. It coiled around my ribs, slithered down my spine, and settled like a parasite in my lungs, making each breath feel like inhaling shards of glass. But despite the frost biting at my flesh, it couldn’t compete with the wildfire raging in my veins. My blood boiled with something far worse than pain—something older and more primal.