Novel & Cerita My Dear Cold Blooded King

“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.”

My mind tried to comprehend how one could move that fast as I strained to hear their words. My ear perking up as the newly made sneered, laughing sardonically, "The King of Vampires graces a low life with his presence". The King of Vampires, I thought, my eyes going round as saucers and the newly made continued, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jacob?" And the floodgate of memories unleashed itself on my mind.

Yes, he's Alexander Red, the very dangerous Lucifer, the king of all vampires, not just the king, but the most dreaded one, the most dangerous creature that ever walked on the phase of earth, his dark and intimidating aura, kills faster than anything. He has been into existence for centuries, and lives in the forbidden den, which is located in the basement of a mansion. To people, they believe that the house is just a mansion, but no one knows that there's a secret, a dangerous one, behind the mansion, which is the den in the basement. Alot of scientists, after hearing of the existence of the mysterious creature, have been to the den for research, but none of them ever came out alive, and th

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

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 ruthless King of the Northern Territories said nothing at all. ​Then, quietly—his voice dropping into a dark, hollow whisper: ​"The last First Blood..." His crimson eyes darkened into shadows. "...was executed by a Lycan King." ​My blood turned to pure, frozen ice in my veins. ​And somewhere deep, deep within my awakened soul... ​My mother's desperate voice whispered one final time: ​Run.

When he goes completely limp I throw him to the side and move to my next victim. After draining two of the three bodies, my need for blood is nearly clenched but I won’t let this animal get away with what he was planning to do to me. I near Landery and tilt his head to the side and just sink my teeth into his neck when I hear the door swing open. “Enough!” I halt at the sound of the King’s voice. “Let him go.” I withdraw my teeth. The slight taste of his blood in my mouth has my eyes go wide as they snap up to the king.

Well things were going to be different this time, very different. “Becky,” even saying her name made my stomach knot up with disgust. “We already know who my mate is going to be tonight,” Her entire face darkened. “He might be the alpha’s son, but haven't you noticed that he's also such a creep?” I sipped my wine. “The Elder is about to address us…” I said, nudging her attention to one of the oldest elders in the pack who was about to give us a long winded speech about finding your forever before the picking began.

Not the kind of glow from ballroom candles or moonlight, but the kind that warned of a storm. He looked furious. No lethal. “Touch her again…” the King said, his voice deep, dark, and deadly, “and your death will be slow.” The drunk who had grabbed me stammered something, but the King didn’t give him a chance. In one fluid motion, his claws extended, razor-sharp and glinting under the moonlight. Before any of them could run, he lunged. Slash. One man dropped instantly, blood pooling beneath him. The second barely had time to scream before the King’s claws ripped clean through his chest. His body collapsed beside the first.

It was then that I noticed that The King's eyes are bright red just like his; he manages to get on top of the second, sinking his fangs into the second's neck, taking two deep draws and then ripping out his throat with his fangs. The power that flows out from the king in waves tells me that we have just lost him to bloodlust and he is now a very powerful rogue unless I can take him down quickly, the other rogues retreated as soon as they felt the first wave of power. I struggle to my feet and then take him down while he is still kneeling over the second's body. I extend my claws and as much as I don't want to do it; I swipe them across his throat, killing him instantly.