My Dear Cold Blooded King Anime Novels & Stories

the loud scream of the MC echoes along with the thunder in the sky. ‘As if I'm going to meet you, no eye freak! But wait, does that mean I’m not going to die in this Otomo game, right. Why is the blood-sucking leech taking me, where is he taking a dog like me!! How did my life take such a turn in a week?’ Koishi could feel his eyes getting heavier than before, feeling the burning sensation all over his body as his cheeks turn red before. Making the King of Vampire look down at him as he sits upon his house with Koishi in his arms.

“We would do as he asked; when he asked, we would stay out of his town, and he would give us just enough blood to sustain us.” The beeping of the microwave stops the conversation. “Hang on,” I call over to him as I pull out the mugs and stir the blood to be sure there are no cold spots. Then I walk to the door and onto the patio with the creature and take a seat. Shocking us both with my confidence. “Have a seat and a drink.” I urge him as I sip on my blood. “I am not sure I should.” “Why?” I ask. “Well, you are the King.” “I am asking you to join me and to talk to me for a few moments. If you wish not to speak, that is fine. We can just drink and go about our ways.” I give him the options o

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

The air hummed like a bowstring pulled too tight. Then the light moved. A figure stepped through — tall, cloaked in smoke and shadow, his skin carved from light and ash. His crown wasn’t gold or silver but bone, fractured and bleeding faint veins of crimson flame. Each step he took left scorch marks in the stone. Malachai whispered, “The First King. Arion of the Bloodline.” Cassian’s smirk faltered. “Tell me that’s a story come to life.” “It’s worse,” Vale murmured. “It’s the story that started all of this.”

My heart has been frozen since my parents were killed 150 years ago by someone they trusted. Sorry let me introduce myself, my name is Dominic Issac King, I am 300 years old and I am the King of Vampires. I have black hair, very pale skin, green eyes unless my vampire side is near the surface then they turn red. My vampires name is Caleb, he has red eyes and he is the more cruel brutal half of me. I have been told even us vampires can have a mate and that, that mate can thaw the frozen heart of even the coldest vampire, but I have only ever seen it once and that was my mother and father. I trust very few people after my parents got betrayed and because of that betrayal I turned cold. There a

I looked away because it felt like I would die from heartache if I had to continue watching him get tortured, and if I die, then what was the use of Hunter’s sacrifice? The man let out a bitter scoff as he turned back to look at me, all rage and fury in his eyes. “We are the Blood Anarchy, and we’ve come together to teach monarchies who think they are better than others. Soon their reign will end.” Oh, goddess. What does he mean by ‘end’? He… he can’t kill Hunter. He can’t! – King Hunter Beowulf – I stayed chained on the ground, my blood dripping from everywhere, and my body getting weaker with every punch and every kick.

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

" 'HELP!' she screamed, but they didn’t listen. They thrust the golden dagger into her chest, and her blood spilled out. They collected it into a golden cup and served it to him. He drank from the cup as though it were ordinary wine, and just like that, the vampire king’s curse was broken. The end!" She ended the story with a squeal and a bright smile, but what she got in return were long faces. "What?" she blinked, confused. "You don’t like the ending?" She searched their faces for answers.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

Ok,you may leave Gavin Gavin my assistant left and i watched this human closely "what is your name?? Alana your highness,please let me go please..she cried But you can't leave now,not anymore i replied Why?? Please i beg of you! I felt no pity cos i hate humans but theres something strange about her,i mean that smell of lilac and goose berries You are in the vampire kingdom and theres no going back not even your dead body i replied She started weeping and i love it * Alana's pov I cried and cried when i heard the door open,i turned to see a neat girl..she told me to follow her and i did we got to a room that's going to be mine and she left me there.i don't know why but all i could think of i