My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

And Alpha king watched him with disgust as the blood flew to the floor making everything turn red. “That's the only way you'll end up.” The Alpha King said. His voice was undeniably calm, making him look scarier than before. Even though as the pack's warrior before, I had seen as many as dead bodies and killed a quite handful of rogues. But I had never seen such a brutal way. His eyes had turned a deep bright yellow and his claws were stuck with blood. I parted my lips to speak but nothing came out. My whole body had gone into hibernation as my hands turned ice cold. Even when I tried to turn myself away from the mess, I couldn't.

“Stupid traitorous demons, from now on you all will crawl on the ground. You will never be able to stand up again. And will be condemned to suffer in the land of fire for eternity. You will be an example for others who think they can defeat the great Armaloth.” Drickblood caught his attention now. Her shoulders shrugged as much as she could. Perhaps the king would feel pity for her. Yet, the king spared no one. Armaloth stretched out his arm and opened his hand. As if blown away like paper, Drickblood flew towards him. The king of the underworld grabbed her by the neck and put his face inches from hers.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

I reached through the bond. Past Raiken’s fear. Past the serpent mark. Into the current inside his veins. His heartbeat filled my senses. One stream became thousands. Kiyomi. Hayate. Grandmother. Cassian rising from the broken pillars. Every wolf. Every vampire. Every living body in the drowned street. Water moved inside all of them. Warm. Unclaimed. The first king felt it. His expression changed. “What are you doing?” I opened my eyes. “Listening.” The blood inside the procession answered.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

RAJVARDHAN POV "I will burn you alive" I hissed in a very low voice as his suggestion was totally absurd. "Something more painful," The king said roaring in his voice with the seriousness behind his tone and the deadly eyes. "More painful?" I looked at him instantly, What he wanted else for such a delicate fairy angel. If she would be pierced in pieces, Butter would come out of them. "Yes, that dancer dared to kill the power of Mahabaleshgarh. I will make sure that she suffers the most painful death,"

i quickly ran to her raising her up then shifts back away from the guards, immediately a figure shows up sticking a knife on the neck of the king, with speed he rushes over him sucking his blood, ( whining in pains) he struggles to let go,but still he didn't stop till he drained the life out of him Alpha draven pov Lisa and i left the blood thirsty pack heading towards the town to look for the only priestess in the whole of the the dark mornacy. i felt a strange pain, suddenly i heard a shout deep in the woods,what could it be i wonder. "what's wrong"? Lisa asked shhhhhhh..... I heard something, i have this strange feeling, something is drawing me into this direction i don't know what it is

Sophie let out as she got off the bed and staggered out of the room to get water, she checked the clock on the wall and it was past midnight, another day has just begun, and she silently prayed it would go uneventful too because she knew the last thing, she needed right now was drama. Sophie grabbed the bottle of water and downed half of it, the refreshing feel washed down her body, easing her aching head. She let out a sigh of relief and made to go back to her room with the remaining water when the door that linked the apartment to the king’s chamber flew open and the king walked in. “Fucking hell, here comes drama,” She let out. Just when she thought he had finally stopped coming to her at

Opening his eyes, he looked in Selene’s direction, King Vlad spoke for the first time in a husky and incoherent tone, “Blood? Where is my prey?” Instinctively his eyes shifted on Damien whose light yellow shirt was soaked in crimson blood. His healing was really slow as he was attacked by the silver blades and his wounds were still bleeding. The smell of his blood made the king more thirsty. He was sleeping for more than 800 years so his thirst was beyond imagination. His throat was burning for a single drop of blood. Wrinkling his nose slightly, he mumbled in a slightly annoyed tone, “A stinky dog! Didn't I get anything else to serve me?”