My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

“Make sure to do it right. Like this!” And with that, he jerked his arm forward. His claws tore through the cold flesh and bones. Blood spilled, pooling out the opening and squirting like a thick red ooze. The Vampire King made a cringing sound, a mix between a cough and a gasp. But it was drowned by the blood filling up his insides. Blocked by the hand still inside his chest. It was the sound of a poorly drowned man…

I may not remember my own name, nor what my life is meant to amount to, but I am certain of one thing: I don’t want to be Queen. "It's in your blood. All those teachings were just a formality, but you never needed them,” Crimson assures me. She seems a little frantic, like the idea of me not living up to taking on this predetermined position is unfathomable. "How did I die?" I whisper. Roel and Crimson share a tense glance. So much is passed silently between them in a matter of seconds that is based on history I don’t remember. Roel is probably debating whether I can handle it.

I said slowly, “keep fingers off triggers... but not too far. If she flinches, if she lies, if one of those De Luca bastards twitches wrong—I want Selena’s blood on the ground before anyone can blink. You understand me?” “Yes, boss.” I walked past him, dragging my hand along the velvet wall. The air in the welcome suite still smelled like her from before. Or maybe it was just me. Memory was a tricky bitch. I paused at the bed. Ran a hand down the silk sheets. “I bled for her,” I whispered. “Killed for her.” And now? Now she crawls back. They always come back. Sooner or later. They remember who the king is. My men were waiting outside, but I wanted a moment. Just me. And the fantasy.

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

the king muttered, mouth opening and closing, speaking incoherent words, with only occasional discernible phrases. "Your Majesty, what's wrong?" I knelt by the bed, looking at the king's closed eyes. His pale face was covered in sweat, as if in a terrible nightmare. Trying to understand his words, I leaned closer. Suddenly, a hand grasped my arm tightly. The king's eyes opened, ice-blue and filled with murderous intent. "Klaus, give me more blood. I'm so cold." As I shivered at the implication, his eyes turned pleading, tears welling up in the blue depths. "Caesar, please, don't take me away. I didn't do it."

Her eyes were wide open as King attacked the first human, a male. She didn't know how he did it, but he drained that one and moved to the other one, then the next... each life he took felt worse than the last one. She didn't know King was giving them a good death. In fact, he would compel them to sleep before taking their blood even though it felt disgusting to him. But Ivy wasn't seeing it that way. To her, King is part of them, as a king, he must have done many terrible things just like his people. She felt like this was an eye opener too for it was a part of King she had never seen before.

He found it studded with blood; Vampire blood. “Fine. If he wants war… then I, FAUST BRAVER ROXFLOOD, will give him war.” The king announced looking at the sky freeing his shining sword from its metal scabbard. There was a thunderbolt in the day sky letting everyone know that a war was coming over them. Herbew quickly closed his books he had been reading and moved towards the king’s room, while Calista woke up from her sleep. Witnessing his father with his shining sword raised above his head towards the sky, Herbew didn’t bother to ask for permission and entered inside enquiring,

Everyone was stupefied. ‘ Look at your king’, he pointed towards the dead body. ‘ He is lying there on the cot all lifeless and cold. He had sacrificed so much for your welfare, his wife even gave up her life for curing you, and this is what he gets in reward? Death by his own son who craved nothing but power and lust. Tell us what we should do now? " He looked at Selene. A silent understanding passed between them.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

Her bones and muscles were starting to adjust to the Blood Thirst demands. Olivier who was the only male child that was made and not born who happened to be another one of the poor vampires who could not grow up but was very powerful served the vampire king, walked over to the King and grabbed Jezzebelles fallen hand. He closed his eyes and felt the immense pain she was going thru.