My Dear Cold Blooded King 소설 & 이야기

Dingin sudah pasti menembus sampai ke tulang. King balik badan, samar mendengar suara Mina memanggilnya, merasai firasat lewat gerakan lebih dulu sebelum mata mencari apa yang tengah terjadi. “Sial!” Mengumpat ketika King menyadari ada yang salah. King melompat tanpa ragu. Menyeburkan diri ke dalam sungai yang sungguh mampu membuat tubuh manusia tidak dapat digerakkan sanking mengejutkannya rasa dingin di tubuh.

In a fluid motion that mirrored the king's vengeful desire, he added, "My king, at your gesture..." "Indeed, reveal what lies beneath," the king's command cut through the heavy atmosphere, slicing through the tension like a sharpened blade. With a graceful flourish, the red silk cloth was lifted, unraveling the horrors it had concealed. A collective gasp seemed to hold the chamber captive as a malevolent sight unfolded, a tableau that exuded an air of pure darkness. Lord Alden anguished cry reverberated off the walls as he sank to his knees, his trembling hands outstretched towards the unimaginable sight before him. There, upon the golden tray, rested his beloved family, their lifeless head

My heart has been frozen since my parents were killed 150 years ago by someone they trusted. Sorry let me introduce myself, my name is Dominic Issac King, I am 300 years old and I am the King of Vampires. I have black hair, very pale skin, green eyes unless my vampire side is near the surface then they turn red. My vampires name is Caleb, he has red eyes and he is the more cruel brutal half of me. I have been told even us vampires can have a mate and that, that mate can thaw the frozen heart of even the coldest vampire, but I have only ever seen it once and that was my mother and father. I trust very few people after my parents got betrayed and because of that betrayal I turned cold. There a

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the script inside was surprisingly legible. She flipped through it, her breath catching as she read the first few lines: "To those who follow, beware. The Blood King walks a path of shadows, tethered to the Crimson Fated by fate and fire. Their union will either save us or doom us all." Aria’s heart raced as she scanned further. The entries spoke of Lucian Draevan, the Blood King—a name she recognized from old hunter lore. He was a vampire lord from centuries past, known for his ruthlessness and enigmatic disappearance after a great war.

He gasped instantly, his eyes widening as my blood's taste overwhelmed him. "Oh my...." He moaned. He gazed at me with cruel intent. I was too dizzy for this. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. The look in his eyes told me he was about to tell me some very, very bad news. "This blood is no ordinary blood. This is fit for a king. The King of Wrath, no doubt." He declared, his eyes roaming my body. All the dark ones turned their heads toward me, their eyes gleaming with hunger. "You're the king's blood whore." The leader spoke.

But I remained resolute, my grip tightening around the remnants of his once-mighty reign. Without a second thought, I plunged my hand into his chest, feeling the resistance of bone and sinew as I reached for his heart. With a single, powerful pull, I ripped it from his chest, crimson blood cascading over my hand and staining the floor beneath us. King Edward’s cries for mercy were abruptly silenced, his body slumping to the ground, lifeless and devoid of power.

"The title King is a lie the world tells itself to make sense of things. In truth, I am the Custodian of the Crimson Pact. That isn't just a fancy name for a crown. It’s a literal, heavy burden of blood that binds the natural world to the supernatural. Every heartbeat in this realm, every season that turns, every life that ends… it all passes through me. I am the filter." He leaned closer, his voice dropping until it was barely a whisper. "When I took on the title, I became immortal, yes. But I also became a vessel. The reason I was always cold, the reason I couldn't feel… it’s because the pact requires me to be a hollow shell so the magic can flow through me without burning me up from the i

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a