Cold One

Cold One

  • WpView
    Reads 19,404
  • WpVote
    Votes 790
  • WpPart
    Parts 18
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 14m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 15, 2019
WpInfo
Fiction
Paranormal
Rosaline Winter's name has been echoed through so many places, with her story told by so many mouths. Like the wind she goes, like the devil she kills. One of the deadliest vampire hunter to ever existed. All her life has been cold and bitter. Harsh to say the least. Shaping her into the ruthless slaughterer she is now. But then again, what would happen if the vampire hunter has to saved a vampire? Perhaps some secrets would be revealed then. - There once was a war, too full of desires it was raging like a wildfire, too blood thirsty the victims number was out of count. The vampires. A cursed creature parents would tell their kids from time to time. The shades of darkness lurking from behind the shadows. The careful eyes watching when you least expect it. Waiting as the stories was told, waiting for something. A myth. Turned out it was time they were waiting for. The right moment to surfaced and claimed their glory on earth, on our world, on us. However, us humans were creature that bound to fight, even when we thought it was death wish. Us humans were creature that never stop, even when we had lost so much and had to risk everything that left on us. Us humans, We are survivors. And even now that we have won, we are still not done protecting our world.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • K
  • Not Your Luna (Formerly His Rogue Luna)
  • Tears of Blood ✔
  • Fated
  • Substitute Wife For The Billionaire.
  • Their Precious Mate
  • Unwanted Mates (Black Moon Book One)
  • Creatures Of The Wilderness ||BOOK 1||COMPLETED||
  • The Divisions Volume I
K

The snow never forgets. That's the first thing they learned when they found her- half-dead, half-shadow, and entirely silent. She wore a scar like a warning. She had no name... or too many. And her eyes? Storm-grey. Unbothered. Unblinking. Unforgiving. They chained her. Whipped her. Tried to break her open like a confession. She smiled instead. They said she was a terrorist. A spy. A ghost. No one knew the truth. But when word spread that he was coming- The Director. The Ghost Hunter. Even the storm outside quieted. Because some stories aren't just secrets. They're scars with a heartbeat. And this one? It started with a girl on her knees... and ends when they both stop breathing.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines