Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

They immediately crawled up to the ground and forward. Niko saw the incoming Reapers. He stomped on the ground and the rocks flew around him. He then pushed his hand forward and the rocks rushed like arrows,. hitting the Reapers rightfully on their nasty faces. They shrieked and snarled forward. There are Badbloods who were still above the trees, too scared to go down. Kebin waved his hand and the wind suddenly became solid. "Faster!" He said to their trapped comrades. The Badbloods unhesitatingly stepped into the solid wind and they drifted towards the village.

"Blood works like a charm to preserve them. The same way you preserve dead creatures with formaldehyde, so they can live as long as they continue to feed on blood. I guess they've gone through fossilization." "So they're like walking fossils or something?" Alyssa asked. "We call them the undead or walking dead, but never walking fossils, Alyssa," Cammie told her. Octavia had told me about the undead vampires. Those vampires are hungrier and more untamed than the living ones, but not as strong, and they normally serve the true-bloods who created them. "Do vampires afraid of holy water, then?" "Trust me, they can even bath with it," I answered. "So can vampires fly?" She made a wing-flapping m

Because for one brief moment— The noise disappeared. The people disappeared. The world disappeared. And all they could see was each other. Neither realizing that hundreds of eyes were watching. Neither realizing that the story of the Cold-Blooded Alpha and his sunshine Luna had already begun spreading across the North. And before the festival ended— Everything between them would change.

On the bright side, it means that returning the phone to Cecelia provided me with an hour of a lifeline. My teammates remain in their coffins when I got back to the hideout. I got a pack of blood from the fridge and took a sip to cure my dried throat. Our team always fills the fridge with packs of blood we stole from the Blood Bank and those dead bodies we collected to sustain our daily needs. So far, we have experienced a shortage once. After consuming one pack of blood, I hop into the coffin and let my trembling nerves get relaxed for a few hours. The sun was still up while my teammates are in the middle of dreaming their fantasies.

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

I hate to admit it but even though Bob is a bit eccentric, he's now the most reliable. I scan my surroundings for something, anything that allows me to go help the rest. There's a trail of blood, it must have been left by the jackal that Helena managed to hurt, a little further on, the corpse of a jackal lying in a pool of blood gives me hope. the spear is still skewered in its belly.

There were only rumors, no official announcements. If there is no guarantee, she would like at least her brother and father to survive intact. Some may call her cold hearted and ruthless.. but.. which person is not cold hearted and ruthless after surviving an apocalypse?

It was the quiet acknowledgment of an equal. Half an hour later, the blood-soaked area was finally cleaned. On their way out through the passage, Scarlett said in confusion, "Ms. Reid, I don't get it. When things get that desperate, can people really survive by eating other people?" "No. Neither those who eat people nor the ones who don't can survive," Hayley said coldly. Scarlett was even more confused. "She's right," Milo added. "Both kinds die. The only ones who live are the people who never get forced into a place like that."