Novel & Cerita My Dear Cold Blooded King

“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

The sound of my claws sinking into her flesh filled the room, followed by the sweet sound of her screams as blood gushed from her neck, splattering across my face. She screamed and screamed, but that only made my claws dig deeper. “In this life or the next, you'll never mess with what's mine.” I whispered before pulling my claws out and she staggered back and then her legs gave out as she fell, her blonde hair covered in blood. She gasped for air but there was nothing but dead knocking on her door as I stood over her body. “You do look prettier covered in blood." I said coldly before turning away from her and walking back to my chair as I slowly sank on it like the dark king I am.

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.

“It’s not my blood…” “No, Princess. It’s not your blood,” Zeke confirms, putting an arm around me. I turn into his chest and take great, heaving breaths. My throat is raw. Like the rest of the guests, I must have been screaming. “It’s all right now, Princess,” Zeke is saying while I watch Jerim shake his head at Princess Sophia. “It’s all right.” “It’s not though. The king is dead,” I reply, staring down at King Axel’s body. Rafe would not have gone this far, surely.

He followed behind Bruno, their polished shoes echoing against the floor until the sound faded completely. The men began to disperse silently. The air in the room was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. No one dared to speak. Once the king and his right-hand man were out of sight, the cleaners moved in swiftly to remove Silvio’s body, scrubbing away the traces of betrayal.

I frowned, my eyes tracking her gaze down to Kaelen's shredded leather doublet. The massive, expanding pool of dark blood that had stained the capital marble floors was gone. The jagged gash King Richard's execution blade had carved across his torso wasn't decomposing; it was weeping a thick, viscous black ink that throbbed with a cold, rhythmic frequency beneath his skin. The physical body was cold, but the cold void behind my sternum suddenly gave a synchronized twitch that made my own breath lock. "A magical illusion," I whispered, a sudden wave of horror crashing over my consciousness.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

There was now only the quiet crunching of glass and the dripping of her blood onto the floor. The office door banged open, and the lights flicked on. "SAPPHIRA!" Alpha Kai put the total weight of his power on her, but it barely registered. Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light, and her fangs elongated as she crouched lower into her stance. "You've been holding out on me, Kai." King Evander stepped into the room; his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. The picture of leisurely arrogance. Alpha Kai grunted as he let the King come closer, his jasmine and lilac scent filling the room. Sapphira sucked in a breath but didn't drop her guard.

Xavier furrowed his brows. "Brother?" "Yes, he had a younger brother who was murdered by someone. Ashton loved him too much and his sudden death left a huge impact on his mind. He was emotionally broken and that's how he came into the dark world. Do you know that Ashton Finn is famous as the Blood King in the underworld because he loves to shed blood of his enemies? He tortures his enemy in the most brutal and vicious way that anyone could ever imagine. He is a bloodthirsty beast but what I am worried about that why is he after you?", Albert told Xavier in a serious tone. Xavier frowned.