Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

he explained and slowly started to approach. "S-Silver forest!?" "Yes, Silver Forest. Legend has it that in this forest there are creatures that suck human blood until they die. They are called vampires. You know the legend I'm talking about right?" #to be continued in Chapter 1.2 - Raizel Harrison de Haltz

It seemed that he had been dead for a long time. Flaming Qilin and Zongheng Feiyu were horrified. At this moment, they understood that these people in front of them were not humans at all. They just occupied these bodies in the way of possession. Some powerful experts failed to survive the Tribulation Transcendence, and their souls would survive. Then they would find a suitable body to live, while the creatures of the Blood race just devoured the blood of others to control their bodies, which was no different from the soul possession.

Adrian asked again with the look in his eyes that looked confused about to Alexis. Alexis smiled a little on her face. “I think I already know how to do that actually... I'll do it tonight. Besides of that, you also have to prepare yourself, Adrian. You're already getting hungry, and it's a good thing, you also make a blood reserve for you to have. We have to start guarding and make enough stockpiles of groceries right now. I'll help out with shopping for necessities, while you go hunting. Okay?" said Alexis giving advice to Adrian right there right now. Adrian nodded his head slowly. “Alright, I'll also try to get into the blood bank. At least, I can take some stash on there. At least enoug

Bianca said in concern. Aislen swallowed hard, got her stomach under control, and refocused. The nausea had caused her to look away from August, but she met his eyes again with determination. “Fine. Just grossed out. Others of Leighton’s people survived the flood and were let loose in Havermouth. They were a bit peckish after their swim, and guess who’s on the menu for a zombie? So, some people got bitten, along with Rhett. Rhett survived, but he was very sick. He survived because he had Talen’s blood.

“When we stormed the castle, I didn’t recognize anyone from before. I always figured that Throme killed most or all of them when he took over. If he were smart, he would have killed the traitor, too. It’s what I would have done.” Of course… But how the hell would he know that? There were thousands of wolves coming and going every day, how--- And then I remembered who I was talking about. This was Rain fucking Blood! He’d spent the last 10 years of his life honing and tuning his stills to make him the ultimate predator. To survive in a world that took without compassion. That killed without mercy...

"How can a wolf be as cold-blooded as you? You've brutally murdered surrendering soldiers and slaughtered civilians. Your actions are the direct reason the Frostfangs was wiped out." "Cold-blooded?" Velda slowly lifted her eyes, which were filled with nothing but a harsh, sober reality. "We're talking about war. What does 'cold-blooded' even mean? They were hiding in civilian homes. If I didn't use force to flush them out, would they have surrendered voluntarily?" Her scent flared slightly—the metallic smell of old armor. Even bound by silver, the core of a warrior leaked through.

I sat back on the bed, hands shaking. A thousand thoughts crashed into each other in my skull—memories of our bath, of holding her limp body, of feeling helpless… and now this. My mate. My unborn child. And a bloodline that was never supposed to rise again. “We will protect her,” Zyan growled. “The pup. The mate. Whatever comes for them—we kill it.” I nodded slowly. "I want extra warriors posted around the pack house," I said to Hathaway. "Handpicked. No one outside the beta circle knows anything about this."

In Aethelburg, the people lived in terror and grief. Beyond Aethelburg, hordes of refugees swarmed the roads and resorted to cannibalism, with corpses littering the land. All of it was born from King Ragnar's reign. Why did such an incompetent and ruthless man, who slaughtered the innocents, deserve a chance to atone for his crimes? My eyes burned red as I fixed the system with a deadly glare. It seemed to notice and asked in a cold, electronic voice. "Player 26, would you like to enter the scenario block?"

He did not know what I truly was, and if he ever fully understands… I do not know if he will look at me the same way again. The memory of that night still tightens something inside my chest. I had gone hunting for some animal blood because i was past my limit of surviving without blood. Thanks to my years of training, I have learnt to depend on only animal blood for survival. I should never touch a human. The forest had been thick with the scent of deer, and I lost myself in instinct. When I returned to the apartment, the metallic scent of blood still clung to my skin. My hands were stained dark red, and I intended to slip quietly into my room to wash it away before he noticed.

Then it strengthens, washing ash and blood and magic residue from the stones. Cleansing. Not absolution. Never that. But something close enough to breathe through. As we descend the mountain pass, we encounter the first survivors gathering in the valley below. Soldiers without banners. Mages without crests. Civilians who look at us with a mix of fear, hope, and something dangerously close to expectation. I stop Rowan with a hand on his arm. “Careful,” I murmur. “They’re already looking at you like a symbol.” He stiffens. “I don’t want that.”