Novel & Cerita My Dear Cold Blooded King

Beneath it, a message scrawled in blood-red ink: “The true king never dies.”

"Every drop of blood. Every moment of love. Every sacrifice. We would burn ourselves out to stop you." The king was silent. The ice cracked further. Then do it, he said. Show me what Marcus's hybrid can do. I raised the Kingslayer. The bond screamed. And we drove our blades into his heart. The light exploded. Gold, silver, blue—the colors of the bond, the colors of the first wolf, the colors of the bloodline. They poured into the king's body, burning away the ice, the shadow, the centuries of hunger. The king screamed—a sound that shook the cave, that shattered the carvings on the walls, that made my ears bleed.

Blood, blood everywhere. When he closed his eyes, a red haze spread beneath his eyelids, seeping into him, bringing poison. Blood. Wet and sticky. All over arms, clothes and armor. Mountains of corpses underfoot. And he, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, guilty of the death of each one. The Undead King! Since when had the ghosts of the past turned into nightmares chasing at his heels? Since when had he begun to care about the lives of those whose dead bodies he had stepped on to rise to greatness? To power and strength. To might, such as had never been seen on earth before.

“I don’t want to die.” The King bent down slightly. He extended one long, razor-sharp claw, hooking it under my chin and forcing my face up until my terrified eyes locked onto his golden gaze. “If you survive after I drain your blood,” he murmured, his smile turning wicked, “I won’t kill you.” “Drain... my blood?” I repeated, the horror sinking in. “Yes. That is your sole purpose for being here, ugly one.” “No!” I screamed, pulling my face away from his claw. Draining my blood completely would kill me. I hadn’t survived the betrayal of my family just to be used as a blood bag for a monster! “I won’t stay here and wait for my death!”

Someone was hunting and then fled after he got his prize? No. It was human blood. I snapped my head when I heard someone sniffing. I forgot how to breathe at the sight in front of me. The Lycan King? Hot tears rolled down his eyes as he stared down at his bloody hands. His sword was lying on the snow and it was also bloody. A shiver ran down my spine. Perhaps it was from his enemy's blood. I learned that he was once a soldier fighting for war side by side with the previous king of this kingdom. That must be it.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

He froze, that's his father's voice, he let go of the maid immediately who fell lifelessly on the ground. "What are you doing......, how many maids have you killed in just a week, how many more will die next week, how dare you kill my Royal servants...." The king said in a cold and angry voice, for weeks now, he had been sending blood to this foolish son of his, but no, hw wouldn't take the blood, instead he killed all the maids sent to him within a week, asking for human blood, does he think that human blood was that easy to get, with such an ignorant son, he might as well quit the plans he had made for war against the other creatures of the mortality realm, after all, there is no use fight

"You the consequences of your actions. Your minions are going to be killed under your watch and then you will follow suit a few minutes after" At Dad's order, all the traitors are forced on their knees and the soldiers in black align themselves in front of them with their weapons. I have never seen a lot of dead bodies. It is like thousands, a whole pack of wolves. This bloodbath will forever remain the worst in history. I pray no one will challenge my mate when he takes the throne. " Shoot" the king yells and bullets go off in a loud roar. I shut my eyes not to look at her and the alpha beside me growl in pain. He grabs his chest and falls on the floor. The bond is being deterred.

It smells like a mixture of gasoline and poison. Maybe I'm just imagining it. There is no way I was the only one who could smell it when I was a human with weaker senses. “Your time has come to an end, demon. It is time you go back to hell where you belong.” King Dorian declared when he shifted back to his half-form, pressing his sword against his throat. Crawford was on his knees, defeated and looking pathetic while choking on his own blood. Despite this, he still had a smile on his face.

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.