The Cold Blooded Alpha King Novels & Stories

“My king, it might be better if someone from Sigma or Phi did this; they handle matters of education.” If I order Victoria to teach Delilah, is that crossing a line? I don’t think so. After all, I’m the one with the power. No one can object, and I do this, even if it comes at a high cost. Being Alpha King means overseeing the royal wolves, which consist of Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Deltas, Sigmas, Phis, and Omegas. Betas serve as each Alpha’s right hand and trusted advisor. Kingdom security is usually handled by Gammas and sometimes Deltas.

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

The huge black wolf stood up, his massive paws rustling through the crushed stalks, his glowing amber eyes never losing their sharp, possessive focus. With a low, vibrating rumble that shook his massive chest, the Alpha King shifted back into his human form. The transformation was seamless and powerful. Within seconds, Dominic stood tall and naked in the firelight, his towering, heavily muscled frame glistening with light sweat. The freezing winter air leaking through the gaps in the timber didn't bother him in the slightest; his blood was a roaring furnace of pure Alpha energy. His sharp jaw was locked tight, and his features looked as though they were carved from stone. There was no softne

I quickly raised a trembling hand to my lips, pressing hard to keep myself from heaving right there on the steps and causing a different scene. I’d seen death in movies, sure, and my mom’s funeral had also been an open casket one, but the raw, freezing reality of this—the smell of old blood—was entirely different. Varul stopped speaking. The two commanders fell silent, stepping back as the Alpha King turned his focus entirely to the tarps. He walked over slowly, and stood over the graying remains of his people. And then, he hung his head.

And then, like a predator striking its prey, they descended upon me. "Where do you think you're going, little pup?" a gruff voice sneered, the sound sending shivers down my spine. Alec Kingman, the infamous alpha king of the Blood Moon Pack, stood before me, his cold eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Tall and commanding, he exuded authority with every fiber of his being. His mere presence sent waves of power cascading through the air, drowning out any hope of escape. "You won't get away with this," I spat, trying to muster some semblance of defiance.

"The Vanguard family has been belittled because I once knelt under Julian Blackwood. If it wasn't my own hand that strangled Kaelen Frost, the supernatural world would think I was just a beautiful doll you were protecting." Alexander chuckled. Razor-sharp laughter that cuts through sanity. She licked her kiss marks on Chloe's neck, ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of a command room filled with dozens of lives. "Do as you wish, my cruel Queen. Play your pieces. But if even one drop of your blood is spilled because of the dirty ice of the North..." Alpha King's voice turned as dark as the bottom of the Mariana Trench. "...I will erase the Northern continent from the world map."

Blood sprayed across the forest floor. “That beast…” Althea whispered, trembling. The silver creature was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Towering, savage… its strength unmatched. Kael, despite his size and speed, was being overwhelmed. “That’s the Alpha King, my lady,” Melva said grimly, holding her arm tightly. “He’s a Lycan. No ordinary wolf can stand against him.” Althea’s eyes widened as she watched Kael shift back to his human form, his body slashed and soaked in blood. Gavriel followed, also returning to his human form, his eyes burning with rage.

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.

he tries to calm me down but I shook my head. If it wasn’t Alpha King, it won’t be anyone else. God. I killed him, right? I killed Alpha King with my own bare hands. I killed him. My gaze landed on his lifeless body on the cold ground, and I sobs once again. The blood stops flowing but his eyes never falter to open. He’s dead. He’s really dead. I looked at them and nod. I made up my mind. Alpha King is dead and soon, a war will break. All of them want my blood to be a foundation of their greed but I won’t accept that. I’m not going to be a foundation for their greed or darkness.

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.