The Cold Blooded Alpha King Novels & Stories

A searing heat flooded my core, rushing all the way up to my flushed cheeks. I waited for him to shove me off. I waited for the fury. But Varek didn't move. He lay perfectly still in the snow, the cold doing nothing to cool the blazing, predatory fire in his dark golden eyes as he looked up at me. His gaze dragged from my parted lips, down the length of my messy blonde hair, and rested on where my hands pinned him down. A slow, dangerously amused smile curved the corner of his mouth. "Interesting." My breath hitched. And in that terrifying, electric moment, I realized exactly what I had just done. I hadn't just survived the training yard. I had just pinned the Alpha King.

He said and looked down the balcony to see Luna Wolves putting the place in order. "You don't still believe you have a pack now?". She asked. "It's we, Luna is our City now, I'm the Alpha King and you're the...". "I'm a beta Shane so don't go the Alpha Queen part". "Alpha's Queen, an apostrophe and an s do the job". He grinned. "Fvck you Shane, I thought you hated school, such a terrible lier". "Now you're getting me to hate you, Xayne Cruz". He smiled.

He ruled through legend. Rico POV I was born under a blood moon, though I did not know that yet. The old seers had whispered the prophecy at my birth “One true mate. One chance. The Alpha King will know her by the storm in her blood and the earth in her touch. Mark her, and he becomes more than immortal he becomes eternal.”I had waited centuries. Watched packs rise and crumble. Watched alphas claim mates and lose them. Watched the world forget what a true Alpha King could be.I was not just alpha. I was the last of the true line, almost immortal, my body regenerating from wounds that would kill any other wolf, my power vast enough to bend dreams, to walk in minds, to visit those who spoke my

Alpha Baldwin’s eyes stare back at me, unseeing and dead. Blood drips down from his neck, hitting the floor in sweet drips. Drip, drip, drip. I nibble on my lower lip, already finding myself getting excited to do something like that. I can feel those hunter’s heads squashing in my hands, I can recall the sound of their limbs tearing apart. Such sweet, sweet sounds. Pleasant to the ears and satisfying for my heart. “ Whoever rebels against Alpha King…He will meet the same end as my father. ” Kale announces to the large crowd of werewolves before he drops the head.

He says glaring up at me as I struggle to get out his hold, but can't. Suddenly blood starts to drip from his mouth. I look down to see long sharp black claws, attached to a large, bloody, leathery, black clawed hand, coming through the alpha king's stomach. The alpha king let go, dropping me to the ground. I watch as Blake pulls his bloody hand from the alpha king's body. The alpha king drops down to his knees, leaning over. I watch as the big hole from his stomach to his back starts to slowly heal. Blake shifts back, breathing heavily as he glares down at the alpha king. Not giving him time to completely heal, Blake grabs both sides of his head and twist, snapping his neck. He twists again

Asshole’s laughter filled the air, blending with the storm’s fury, while the blood-soaked ground lay silent beneath him. With that vision, I woke up angrier than ever and this time, vowed to kill Sues aka Alpha-King-New-Jegh-Asshole ****** Alpha King’s Camp, Present Day The savage army of the Alpha King craved bloodshed more than peace. Witches and feral shifters donned thick woolen uniforms, some fortified with leather enchanted by dark magic. They charged toward me and the Vampire King’s territory—a mass of human soldiers and feral werewolves. Their advance was swift and relentless. Flames of darkness and hatred blazed in their eyes, mirroring the feral madness I’d seen too many times befo

Next to her was Aurek. The Alpha King skipped any crown. His just being there made him king enough. He had wide shoulders in a black cloth. A silver clip on his cape looked like a wolf's head. His face stayed hard to read. But he stood like iron. As if the whole room weighed on him alone.

The whole area became pin drop silent and every one of them bowed. “You said there were two men here to see me.” I heard her say like she didn’t notice the men on her floor. The rogue pointed at us, “These are the Alpha King and his Beta. They requested an audience with you.” He sounded nonchalant and her eyes snapped at him. “You made the fucking Alpha King knee on the ground? Are you dense?” she shrieked. He grabbed onto his neck, her claws prodding out and she looked ready to kill.

I wonder if all that pain and blood was an hallucination. "He healed your wounds with his blood before he brought you here." She adds. I shake my head as my brain struggles to process what she just said. So my life was saved by that ruthless stranger that burned three men alive while they screamed and begged for his mercy? He is the famous Alpha King of Goldenheart Kingdom?! I wonder what is stopping me from having a heart attack. Now I am in the palace of the Kingdom that I was most scared of entering. Everything seems even stranger than the stories I have heard. How is their king even able to possess that much power?

From the midst of the enemy ranks, the Alpha King himself emerged, his presence exuding a dark power that made the air around them feel heavy. “Isabella,” the Alpha King called out, his voice dripping with malice. “Hand over the relics, and I might spare your lives.” “Never!” Isabella shouted back, her voice echoing through the clearing. “These relics are the key to your downfall.” The Alpha King laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Then you’ve sealed your fate.” With a roar, the Alpha King’s forces charged. Isabella and her ex braced themselves, ready for the onslaught. The first wave of attackers hit like a tidal wave, swords clashing and snarls filling the air.