My Dear Cold Blooded King Anime Novels & Stories

And his state was too serious for him to plan something petty. The king had somehow crossed paths or most likely gotten into something that was more than a squabble with a werewolf Alpha. He was bitten pretty badly, hence I have had to step in to ensure that the affairs of the kingdom are run smoothly for one, and also to ensure that angry, blood-tasty vengeful vampires do not start a war that no one planned for or asked for.

High Priestess Selene lifted an ancient dagger carved from black crystal and presented it to the king with both hands. “The Crimson Vow requires the blood of the reigning king.” Lucien accepted the dagger without hesitation. Drawing the blade across his palm, he allowed several drops of dark crimson blood to fall onto the center of the altar. The instant his blood touched the ancient stone, glowing runes burst to life beneath his feet, spreading across the platform like veins of molten fire. A brilliant crimson light shot toward the heavens, swallowing the castle courtyard in dazzling radiance. The chanting intensified until it became almost unbearable. Above them, the Blood Eclipse consumed

For the Lycan King, William is a weak Alpha, incapable of running Bresmont. “So, Ember, my ever-loyal soldier. I am curious as to how you destroyed those bastards’ camp. What did you see in there? Tell me everything. Every detail of it.” The King leaned back on his magnificent chair and crossed his legs, ready to listen to what Ember will say. A beautiful servant went to serve the King a transparent goblet that is full of a red liquid. Blood. The King leisurely took a sip from it. So, this is the reason why the King had her summoned. He wanted information.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

“His blood… really lives in you…” “Yes,” Evelyn said softly, stepping closer. “And I will use it… to end this cycle once and for all.” She raised her sword. In his final moment, Renard let out a mad laugh. “He’s not dead, Evelyn. The Blood King’s blood can never be buried. One day he will return… and you will be the one to open the way for him.” Then his body exploded into a cloud of blood dust. The chamber shook. Evelyn collapsed, clutching her chest as searing pain exploded within. Her heart pounded wildly; crimson veins burned beneath her skin.

Before I can make a move for the door, King Myenas grasps my shoulders. My eyes widen in fear. I try to get out of his iron grip, but I’m unable to. “Please don’t–” “Hush, little wolf. It’s over now.” “No, please–” He pulls me forward, his sharp teeth biting into my neck. I scream as loud as I can while clawing at his wide shoulders, trying to make him let go. He holds on, pulling me close as he feeds on me. Dark spots cloud my vision. My knees feel weak. I’m being pushed toward the bed until my back is resting on the soft furs. King Myenas is on top of me, pressed close to my body like an unwanted lover as he drinks from me.

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.

At the moment when death was about to separate them forever, the Youkai King's Castle became even more murky. Palomas Blancas quietly sat down by the bed, she carefully wiped away the bloodstains of the Youkai King with her sleeve, she looked at the blood-stained finger of the King of Youkai, it was even redder than the color of her shirt. When she saw this, she couldn't hold back her tears, she choked and cried. "King of Youkai, I'm no good, I shouldn't have let you go."

Ariti shouted from somewhere behind Bran and when he could maneuver enough to spot him, Bran saw that the three men that had been fighting him, were all dead. Bran forced himself up and leaned back on his elbows. "The vampire king is mine." Ariti drew closer to him and his smarmy face, the disgusting smile on his face, the sight of Maria's grey eyes in his evil face, pissed Bran off all over again and the anger filled him with strength. He traced to Ariti and lifted his sword to strike when suddenly, he couldn't move his hands. He frowned, looked down and was beyond puzzled to see a thick chain winding around his body.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.