My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

Even the forest stilled. I hadn’t meant to say it. I hadn’t wanted to. But my instincts betrayed me—and everyone heard it. Then the moon dipped behind clouds, and her scent shifted. A werewolf. My stomach turned for a second, disgust threatening to override everything. And yet… the pull toward her grew stronger. Matif’s voice broke the silence. “The Cold King will be burned.” I narrowed my eyes. “You knew this prophecy applied to me?” He nodded solemnly. “Congratulations, my king. You’ve found your fated mate.”

Her father, the king, made attempt to lay her to rest in secret but after sunrise the next day when little her had ventured to her mother's grave to send her flowers, her mother had dug her wat out if the grace, now one if the hideous creatures, a blood suckers. "Look!" Her eyes snapped open and fixated itself on the grave. "It's moving, it's moving!"

He asked and moved closer to her She tried her spell but it didn't work let me go now she yelled and the King Smirked I never want to kill you,am not heartless,I only want to make out with you he said and Kelci felt relieved she's going to have an opportunity to kill him she thought on his wedding day and her sister Natalie will give her a higher rank Let's be quick he said and started kissing her neck,he licked her neck and his fangs into her throat,he sucked her blood dry and dropped her lifeless body on the floor then teleported to the hall

He was happy. Delilah smirked. Linda let out a breath of relief. For a moment, everything felt… right. But then— A sharp gasp cut through the air. I turned. The Lycan King’s eyes widened, his goblet slipping from his fingers. A dark stain spread across his robes—blood. A knife was buried deep in his chest. Gasps filled the hall as the king staggered back, choking. And then— He collapsed. Dead. Chaos erupted. Warriors scrambled, guests screamed, and people ran for the exits. The scent of blood filled the air.

He muttered under his breath. I didn’t answer, because I was desperate. Only desperate people seek out the Blood mafia and I was far past desperation. We were led through a massive hall until we reached the throne chamber. Two massive metal doors opened slowly, at the center sat the man every one called the Barbarian King. King Arkhavel. He looked exactly like the rumors described.

I must've looked extra pathetic in his eyes, limped, mute, and ready to be thrown away like a piece of carcass. "After decades I've finally been given the order by my elven king to kill you. I've waited. Patiently. Never felt a goddamn thing. But as to why, your being killed my mate. And now I'm going to kill you, and maybe have that beast of a king all for myself." Another cold laughter rumble out of him and I regret that my ears could still hear him. I was carried like a slab of meat, on his shoulder upside down while he walked what felt like forever until I heard probably like a hundred crawlers surrounding the warm cavernous place.

"I promise you, right here. I’m done with the ice. I’m done with the silence. If the world wants a king who doesn't feel, they’ll have to find someone else. Because I’m staying right here, in the warmth." They stood there for a long time, two people on a cold balcony, held together by a heat that had nothing to do with fire. The Cold King was dead. And for the first time in his life, Demetrius was perfectly fine with that. He didn't need a crown of ice when he had the light of the moon right in front of him.

Mac asked. “And then we go for blood.” King’s gray eyes were cold steel, and his friends almost shivered; they’d never seen him like this before. This was a man who was inches away from letting go of any and all of civil society’s trappings. “We do it without pity or hesitation… and we don’t expect any fucking redemption after. Or ever.” **** Gabi hurt all over: her head, her chest, the back of her neck. She groaned, then wished that she hadn’t. Uttering even that small sound made her dry, aching throat throb.

Tristan hissed, "She would've been ours if that feral bitch hadn't interrupted me." My body stiffened, my hand clutching the thin napkin my she-wolf had last touched. I already knew who he was talking about. * * * * * "You've marked the half-breed?" The King's voice was calm, a calm I had gotten used to hearing. The King could be placated when he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen this cold calmness fall on him one time. Twelve men had died that night, painfully.

Now, because this was the king's chamber, no one would dare come in here—well, except for the maids—but then again, it couldn't be him because he was never around by this time so, really, what the hell was going on? Silently, she stepped out of her panties, tossed them in the direction of her discarded clothes, then crept slowly to the bathroom. When she reached it, she turned the knob slowly and opened the door just as slowly in order not to draw attention to her movements, then poked her head in and... And the sight she met nearly felled her. Bran. Naked. In the shower. Body glistening with soap. Water running down the muscle-packed length. She was seeing the vampire king naked in all his