My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to die.” The King bent down slightly. He extended one long, razor-sharp claw, hooking it under my chin and forcing my face up until my terrified eyes locked onto his golden gaze. “If you survive after I drain your blood,” he murmured, his smile turning wicked, “I won’t kill you.” “Drain... my blood?” I repeated, the horror sinking in. “Yes. That is your sole purpose for being here, ugly one.” “No!” I screamed, pulling my face away from his claw. Draining my blood completely would kill me. I hadn’t survived the betrayal of my family just to be used as a blood bag for a monster! “I won’t stay here and wait for my death!”

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

The king said in a cold and angry voice, for weeks now, he had been sending blood to this foolish son of his, but no, hw wouldn't take the blood, instead he killed all the maids sent to him within a week, asking for human blood, does he think that human blood was that easy to get, with such an ignorant son, he might as well quit the plans he had made for war against the other creatures of the mortality realm, after all, there is no use fighting and winning the war against the other creatures of the mortality realm with a useless son like this, who will pass down his bloodline if this continues. "Your majesty, am sorry, I just crave for human blood so much that I might die if I don't......" "

"You the consequences of your actions. Your minions are going to be killed under your watch and then you will follow suit a few minutes after" At Dad's order, all the traitors are forced on their knees and the soldiers in black align themselves in front of them with their weapons. I have never seen a lot of dead bodies. It is like thousands, a whole pack of wolves. This bloodbath will forever remain the worst in history. I pray no one will challenge my mate when he takes the throne. " Shoot" the king yells and bullets go off in a loud roar. I shut my eyes not to look at her and the alpha beside me growl in pain. He grabs his chest and falls on the floor. The bond is being deterred.

It smells like a mixture of gasoline and poison. Maybe I'm just imagining it. There is no way I was the only one who could smell it when I was a human with weaker senses. “Your time has come to an end, demon. It is time you go back to hell where you belong.” King Dorian declared when he shifted back to his half-form, pressing his sword against his throat. Crawford was on his knees, defeated and looking pathetic while choking on his own blood. Despite this, he still had a smile on his face.

His eyes were open but unseeing, lost in whatever horror Crown Sight was forcing him to witness. Elowen dropped to his knees beside him. "Corvin. Corvin, look at me." The king's hand lashed out, catching Elowen's wrist hard enough to bruise. His eyes focused, then unfocused again, seeing something that was not there. "You are covered in blood," Corvin whispered, his voice broken and young. "So much blood. It is dripping from your hands, your mouth, your—" He choked on the words. "I cannot tell if it is yours or mine. I cannot tell if you are dying or if I am."

Eventually Alex is able to tell me the town, and that it isn't too far from here, before both him and Alex leave me to rest. Not that I can find much...Nightmares haunt me. Nightmares of being kidnapped, meeting an enigmatic hunter with unspoken abilities. A King, a rebellion. These nightmares assault me so viciously, so vividly, I wake in the night in a sweat, gasping in panic. These aren't nightmares, they are memories.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

When the night of invasion in Red Moon Pack rushed inside my head, I evilly smirked. Hundreds of cries, pleas, blood, and bodies were scattered everywhere that night. I felt my sleeping soul awaken, and I got more hungry and thirsty with blood and violence. My favorite part was when I killed the great Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, Alpha George. I licked my lips from the thought I'd felt more powerful this time. Everyone will know me as the great and enormous Alpha since I killed Goerge. Other packs, for sure, will not dare to step their paws on our borders. As well as not dare to act against us.

They arrived sooner in the palace and the maid literally dragged Emilia upstairs to her room, not allowing her to catch her breath. Emilia was fuming, unable to discern why this damned girl would want to deprive her of her teeth or her body parts because their blasted King was back from wherever he has been to for the past three days. According to Betty-which Emilia wasn't interested in anyways-she said the King went on a summit with his Beta for the upcoming blood moon.