All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

As he drifted off, the name of his beloved Luna echoed gently in his dreams, filling his heart with warmth and hope for their reunion. Alpha Valle walked through the hot morning air, feeling the sweat pouring down his body. He grumbled about the unbearable heat of the human world. “Back in Antarctica, heat was only used when it was really needed,” he grumbled to himself. “But these humans had to call up that blazing sun, making us all suffer.”

This cold has intention in it. It pours down off the black peak like water down the inside of a hall I cannot yet see, and the closer I climb to the Frostfang, the more it feels like walking up into the slow breath of something enormous and patient that has been exhaling for three hundred years and is in no hurry at all to stop. It does not want to kill me quickly. It wants to wear me down to nothing, the way it wears everything down, the way it wore three centuries of silver down to flat-eyed song.

The operating room doors closed like the final page of a book. In an instant, Yvonne and I were cut apart, as though we had been pushed into two different worlds. I wanted to laugh, but something caught in my throat. A metallic taste spread through my mouth, and something darker, heavier, sank inside my chest. Hopelessness was growing in me. I stood behind the hose cabinet like a broken statue for what felt like an eternity. By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears.

I was planning to leave since it was not convenient for me to keep staying there. However, Zoe insisted I stay and sent Lucas back to his parents' house instead. Lucas looked helpless, but indulgent as always. He agreed and even asked me to take good care of her. I felt bad about it, but Zoe waved it off casually. "It's fine. Stay as long as you want." A couple days later, she told me one of Lucas's college friends had returned from overseas to visit family. Lucas had organized a gathering, with both men and women attending.

The Frozen Wastes extended out before Ethan and Selene, an perpetual land of ice and snow that appeared to swallow all light and warmth. The gnawing wind yelled through the fruitless scene, carrying with it a cold so strongly that it felt like it could solidify the soul itself. Each step they took crunched against the frozen ground, resounding through the endless vacancy.

“You took his immortality.” Forever had an expiry date.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

The days in Nicolas' mansion seemed to stretch endlessly. Mia found herself trapped in her room, her voluntary prison, contemplating the life she had left behind and the love she yearned for with all her heart. The distance from Esteban made her suffer, and the coldness with which she treated Nicolas only made things worse. Every attempt he made to get closer to her was met with icy glances and sharp words.

> “I call you by the name you buried when you chose silence. The name you refused because it meant you’d have to feel.” He took a breath. > “I call you Remnants.” And in the breath that followed— The sky wept flame. The gods trembled. The Hollow Crown opened. And far beneath it all, deeper than memory, older than time... Something that even the gods had forgotten took its first breath.