Kin Coldblood Novels & Stories

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

She opened the door with sleepy eyes and asked “What are you doing here at this time?” “Nikki! Can you take care of Angel for some time? We need to go to hospital.” I asked her. “Why? Who are not feeling well?” She asked. “I will tell you everything later when I know everything. But please don’t tell Arthi anything.” I replied and left her when she nodded. “Sorry Nikki!” I shouted from the gate and went to my house. We both got inside his car and then he started tell me about Aunty’s liver problem. And there are not much donors because of the blood group.

The moon mark always made me remember the day when I marked her. In an instant, an excruciating pain spread all over my chest down to my body. My crimson blood dripped on the floor. "Vincent! What are you doing?!" Kate shouted when she saw I was hurting myself. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in pain and shut my eyes firmly. The window opened harshly, and the candles turned off when the strong wind entered the library. I quickly put down the silver blade when I felt the cut was already enough. I weakly put both my hands on the floor to support my body.

When she heard only his moaning, she walked in the direction the sound came from. And there he was, lying on the bed, his legs sprawled apart, his cock in his hand, jerking furiously at it. Selina's heart raced, a delicious mixture of shock and thrill coursing through her veins. The dim light of the small room filtered through the worn curtains, casting shadows that danced across the walls, but her attention was fully captured by the sight before her. Karl lay sprawled on his bed, a vision of unrestrained desire. His rugged features, usually marked by a quiet confidence, were twisted in pleasure, and his breath came in ragged gasps.