My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

I must've looked extra pathetic in his eyes, limped, mute, and ready to be thrown away like a piece of carcass. "After decades I've finally been given the order by my elven king to kill you. I've waited. Patiently. Never felt a goddamn thing. But as to why, your being killed my mate. And now I'm going to kill you, and maybe have that beast of a king all for myself." Another cold laughter rumble out of him and I regret that my ears could still hear him. I was carried like a slab of meat, on his shoulder upside down while he walked what felt like forever until I heard probably like a hundred crawlers surrounding the warm cavernous place.

"I promise you, right here. I’m done with the ice. I’m done with the silence. If the world wants a king who doesn't feel, they’ll have to find someone else. Because I’m staying right here, in the warmth." They stood there for a long time, two people on a cold balcony, held together by a heat that had nothing to do with fire. The Cold King was dead. And for the first time in his life, Demetrius was perfectly fine with that. He didn't need a crown of ice when he had the light of the moon right in front of him.

Mac asked. “And then we go for blood.” King’s gray eyes were cold steel, and his friends almost shivered; they’d never seen him like this before. This was a man who was inches away from letting go of any and all of civil society’s trappings. “We do it without pity or hesitation… and we don’t expect any fucking redemption after. Or ever.” **** Gabi hurt all over: her head, her chest, the back of her neck. She groaned, then wished that she hadn’t. Uttering even that small sound made her dry, aching throat throb.

Tristan hissed, "She would've been ours if that feral bitch hadn't interrupted me." My body stiffened, my hand clutching the thin napkin my she-wolf had last touched. I already knew who he was talking about. * * * * * "You've marked the half-breed?" The King's voice was calm, a calm I had gotten used to hearing. The King could be placated when he was angry, red in the face with rage. I had only seen this cold calmness fall on him one time. Twelve men had died that night, painfully.

Now, because this was the king's chamber, no one would dare come in here—well, except for the maids—but then again, it couldn't be him because he was never around by this time so, really, what the hell was going on? Silently, she stepped out of her panties, tossed them in the direction of her discarded clothes, then crept slowly to the bathroom. When she reached it, she turned the knob slowly and opened the door just as slowly in order not to draw attention to her movements, then poked her head in and... And the sight she met nearly felled her. Bran. Naked. In the shower. Body glistening with soap. Water running down the muscle-packed length. She was seeing the vampire king naked in all his

He was dealing with a true-blooded Vampire, the rightful heir of the Vampire kingdom and dark empire. He didn't even have time to scream before I ripped his throat out and sunk my hand into his chest. Black Blood oozed from the gaping hole, his heart still beating as I ripped it from his body. He dropped to the ground, his red eyes wide with shock. I tossed the heart beside him crushing it under my boot. I leaned over him, my face an inch from his. "Long live the king." I spat, ripping his head off his body and making my way to the castle.

The next thing I felt a cold breath on my neck and sank its teeth on my flesh. “GET OFF ME!” I snapped soon as I remember the angry face of my king. He’d never let someone taste my blood but him. I did not know how it happened but all of them were thrown away and I get back on my feet. Despite my unstable stand I manage to peruse everyone around me. “To whom tastes my blood shall be killed.” It seemed crazy that I spoke out of my will. My sight spun and went blurry. Soon it was all dark. --- I jerked out from my unconsciousness, and I almost fell—

It felt like grinding tectonic plates and the crushing pressure of the deep ocean. ​"You killed my wayward children," the True King spoke through the blood-puppet. "You burned Tiberius, and you broke the Capital. For five thousand years, I have slept beneath the permafrost, waiting for the blood of the First Queen to spill upon the snow and break the seal. You have freed me, little Warlord." ​"Go back to sleep," I snarled, stepping out from behind Kaelen. Violet fire ignited in my hands, casting stark shadows across the balcony. "Or I will turn you into ash just like the others."

Caldaur said “dont be silly i would take it as an insult if you didnt kill all of my subjects with me” he said still backing away if he could just get them to the secret.... a silver sword made its way from behind him to his neck making him turn his head sideways to see his brother and mave already on the floor knocked out cold. He took a breath at least they werent dead as three guards stood behind him “you really are a true king” Caldaur said walking forward and punching him in the jaw. He let the asshole take the cheap shot only looking back to face him.

she said and grinned at him, even though her insides are shaking a bit. After that, she looks around his office again. The big dark curtains caught her attention. At this time of the day, the sun is at its peak but because of those big curtains hanging on his window, the sunlight barely touches the ground of the insides. She walked towards the window and attempted to part the curtains when a strong grip on her arms stopped her and Sunny found herself pinned on the wall. She can see her own reflection on his dark and scary eyes. It's just like seeing her reflection in the eyes of the murderer. She's scared but she does her best to hide it "Bitch!" He spats on her face. She never heard his voi