All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

The only one that will remain. The only one that will remain forever. The End. For her. For us. Forever.

Come home to those believe that love is eternal and can walk their talk. Cold days have a way of chilling the bones, of seeking out the merest spark of heat to steal. The cold camps out as robber who has come to take possession of the entire abode, warming its thieving hands at the heart, its hearth. Here it sits, gremlin grin, believing it can remain forever, forgetting that the seasons are set upon a steady clock. "Okay," Chantara said to them all. "Who is next?" She always chose whom she was going to train next and as she eyed them all, her gaze looked at Theon.

she asked. "I'm not done yet" Her mouth hung open in shock, she felt chills run down her spine. Dex wasted no time again he roughly removed the towel that covered his lower part and landed on her again taking her energetically against her will. She had no other option but to give in to his demands.

•|•|• "Amidst fleeting moments, her memory wanes like a delicate sunset, yet the cherished years we've woven remain etched, timeless, within my soul's embrace." -Xiirian •|•|• [KAYOS] The world is nothing but a graveyard of water around me. The water is cold, ice cold, but I revel in the numbness of it all. I do not feel the cold. The cold is home. The numbness is solitude. And the blurry vision of the space above me is dreamlike. Perhaps if I stay here long enough reality would fade or simply cease to exist.

The Great Silence hadn't just been broken; it had been shattered into a billion jagged pieces of sensory overload. As Kael stepped out of the Leidenfrost II onto the frozen shoreline of the North, the world felt violent. The wind didn't just blow; it bit. The sun didn't just shine; it glared. And the people—the millions who had been "Integrated" into a seamless, thermal collective—were now screaming in a dozen different languages, most of which they had forgotten they knew.

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My arm is a block of ice now, the cold digging into bone, and still he’s pushing back, trying to seep out. Eos is crying again. I can hear her somewhere behind me, chanting something soft, something meant to hold me here, keep me anchored. My breath comes in ragged pulls. I taste copper. The last of him is almost inside the arm when he leans close—not with a body, but with that lingering echo of his presence—and whispers, “You always were the stronger cage.” And then he’s gone. Contained. The cold doesn’t fade. I fall to my knees, clutching the arm with my other hand, but it doesn’t help. The heat from my body just sinks into it and disappears. My fingers don’t feel like mine anymore.

He moves forward, driven by an inertia beyond him, as if the mere prospect of coming home was enough to steal his strength to breathe. As for me, I sit there, upright, motionless, arms crossed over my chest, vainly trying to warm myself. But the cold invading me doesn't come from outside. It's there, inside me, deeply rooted. That cold doesn't dissipate. It seeps into the bones, insinuates itself into the flesh, and slowly consumes what little humanity remains. When finally our building rises before us, I feel that familiar tearing in the pit of my stomach. That bitter certainty that one always returns to where one has learned to die a little more each day. The leprous facade welcomes us wit

"How dare you remind me of everything I just went through? You're a monster! How could you." I broke down on the floor and sobbed, hiding my face in between my knees. I had been trying to forget it. I knew that I wouldn't avoid the reality but did he really have to throw it all in my face? My life is over. In just a span of months, I lost everything. My husband, my home. All because of that woman that I foolishly called my friend. I'm a failure. I stayed in that pose, crying for a while, then I felt something warm beside me. I looked up, Mr cold guy was crouching beside me staring at me with those unreadable eyes. My eyes narrowed in a glare.

“This was sealed before Noctis existed as a nation.” Rian fainted again. Ianthe caught him mid-fall. “That’s twice today.” “That’s three,” Seraphine corrected. Sorrel held up three fingers. “Yes,” Ianthe said. “Three.” Alessia stepped toward the opening, feeling the cold air on her skin. It wasn’t the suffocating cold of corruption. This was old and cold. It was the cold of things that had been untouched for centuries. Maybe millennia. Kael grabbed her arm. “No.”