Kin Coldblood の小説・ストーリー

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.

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

I shouted. "I may not have gotten you, but I had a backup plan… The death of three from the Asheton bloodline will fuel me enough. Three innocents that were killed in cold blood, on this very night! When I have succeeded, I will have you too!" I felt my blood run cold, fear twisting in my guts. Three innocents have been killed? W-what did she mean? There weren’t many of our bloodline… I looked at Dad, my heart thumping like crazy.

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.

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.

he ordered coldly. “What?” Kimberly’s blood ran cold.

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.

she said quietly. Her voice had changed. The warmth gone. Replaced by something that looked almost like fear. Not of me. *For* me. "You should go, dear." Someone had called her too. I packed up my notes. Walked out into the October cold. --- He was waiting on the steps. Kael Blackwood. Dark jacket. Hands in his pockets. The same compressed stillness that made the air around him feel denser. Like weather about to break. The smell hit me before I reached the bottom step.