My Dear Cold Blooded King Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

The sound of my claws sinking into her flesh filled the room, followed by the sweet sound of her screams as blood gushed from her neck, splattering across my face. She screamed and screamed, but that only made my claws dig deeper. “In this life or the next, you'll never mess with what's mine.” I whispered before pulling my claws out and she staggered back and then her legs gave out as she fell, her blonde hair covered in blood. She gasped for air but there was nothing but dead knocking on her door as I stood over her body. “You do look prettier covered in blood." I said coldly before turning away from her and walking back to my chair as I slowly sank on it like the dark king I am.

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.

“It’s not my blood…” “No, Princess. It’s not your blood,” Zeke confirms, putting an arm around me. I turn into his chest and take great, heaving breaths. My throat is raw. Like the rest of the guests, I must have been screaming. “It’s all right now, Princess,” Zeke is saying while I watch Jerim shake his head at Princess Sophia. “It’s all right.” “It’s not though. The king is dead,” I reply, staring down at King Axel’s body. Rafe would not have gone this far, surely.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

He followed behind Bruno, their polished shoes echoing against the floor until the sound faded completely. The men began to disperse silently. The air in the room was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. No one dared to speak. Once the king and his right-hand man were out of sight, the cleaners moved in swiftly to remove Silvio’s body, scrubbing away the traces of betrayal.