All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

Selina~ The word *Finally* rolled through the core chamber like a thunderclap that needed no air. The light around us shifted from white to a deep, vibrant blue that burned and froze all at once. The door the core had opened did not stay open; it turned inside out, transforming into a gaping maw. Beyond it lay no salvation—only a presence possessing weight, hunger, and a memory stretching back further than any stone on the mountain.

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

I SNAPPED. My eyes falling out, like a thunderstorm had hit me in the very centre of my chest. As if she broke through me like a mountain, lighting the dynamite. Her sweet voice felt like knives piercing through my skin, leaving me in shambles; because that’s exactly what she wanted to do with me.

It was the same as I left it nothing changed Blanketed in a pristine layer of snow, it stood as a frozen relic against the relentless march of time. The cold embrace of winter had draped itself over the familiar contours of the structure, casting an ethereal calm over its weathered facade. Despite the years of neglect, our house still maintained an uncanny constancy, its unchanged appearance lending an eerie sense of permanence to the wintry scene. Silent and stoic, it held the weight of accumulated snow as a testament to the enduring spirit of an era long past.

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.

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.

So all I can do is continue to search the home and sleep. Today, however, I know what needs to be done. I can't wait any longer. If I stay here, I'm not going to have any hope, so, I take a thick coat from Death's closet, and open the front door again. A foggy mist skates over the tundra. The cold is bitter, but now that I'm immortal again, I should be able to handle it. Distantly, a light suddenly glimmers. I flinch. What is that?