All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

> “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.

The coolest atmosphere took Each movement felt like a struggle against an invisible vice, her very essence threatened by the unyielding grip of the cold. In this realm of relentless cold, the world seemed to whisper echoes of despair, the very wind a mournful dirge that carried tales of sorrow. Her heartbeat, sluggish and faint, thudded as if echoing the rhythm of her anguish. And then, as if a symphony of resignation had reached its crescendo, she closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against the cold's relentless assault. Her voice, soft as a whisper, carried a weight of resignation as she murmured words that bore the weight of a lifetime's pain.

I froze at the spot just as the memories from last night came flooding back. Oh my God! ******************************************** NORA'S POV Jade had insisted that I let Aiden stay at my place. "Listen Nora....I am willing to do a lot of favours for you......you know this, but unfortunately this isn't one of them " She had said. Those had been the words that shut me up last night. I had no choice than to bring up both men into my apartment. My boyfriend and ex boyfriend from 5 years ago... how ironic is that?

Of things that were never meant to be remembered by the living. ​As we reached the geographic centre of the tundra, we found the entrance: a massive, sapphire-colored rift in the ice that pulsed with a low-frequency hum. We descended into the blue dark, our obsidian torches casting long, flickering shadows against walls of ice that were as clear and cold as laboratory glass. ​“Mama, I see people,” Leo whispered, his voice trembling as he pointed to the walls.

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.

He slowly takes my hand, placing a light kiss as a drop of tear falls on my palm “In this life time, in the next, or the next after, no matter how many times I am to be reborn, I would love you like I have always loved you, ‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER,” he says, as he calmly drew in his last breath.

It was a farewell for Azhea Kenchmark, the only human who lived with them. Choven smiled by their farewell howls. ...Azhea heard the pack's howl and she smiled as she continues walking away from the forest. She promised that she will keep the truth about them, protected and secretly, no matter what happened and she would pay them a visit in the future.

Three days went by slowly. It was hard for me breathing through the door knob,the space where the key was. I would go there put my mouth and try to breath. I was dehydrated and hungry and suffocating but I had no choice to complain or bang at the door because it means instant death. I was also mourning my dear Luna. Reminiscing the good times we spent together,the number of times she saved me and the way I had planned to propose to her but all these things can't be fulfilled anymore. She's gone and no longer here.

Cold, restrained aesthetic. "So this is your little boy toy? Can't get enough men, can you? Still chasing after someone else's husband?" Before I could say a word, Jordan's face went cold. "Watch your mouth—" He looked ready to throw a punch. I pressed him back down by the shoulder. Couldn't have that. The whole shoot was built around that icy, stoic vibe. And honestly? Jordan in this mood? Probably gonna give me some killer shots. I raised my camera and started firing, shutter clicking nonstop.

They hit the manual bypass and didn't pull back. The roar of the escaping coolant—liquid air turning into a rushing white shroud—drowned out the entire world. They stayed there, hands white with frost, faces stinging as the temperature hit absolute zero. They held the line, not because they believed in the architecture, but because they refused to be anything but human in the final, absolute second. And when the darkness finally took the room, there was no voice, no static, no echo. Just two sets of footprints in the frost, heading toward the light of a moon that had always been there, just waiting for the grid to drop.