All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

Another tremor shook the mountain. This one nearly knocked people off their feet. A crack split the frozen earth less than twenty yards away. Snow collapsed inward, revealing darkness below. Ancient darkness. The kind untouched by sunlight. Something cold drifted upward from the opening. Not cold like winter. Older. Deeper. The temperature across the battlefield plummeted instantly. Several warriors began shivering uncontrollably. Breath turned to frost. Ice formed across armor. Lyra felt it too. A terrible familiarity. Like hearing a voice she had forgotten she knew.

They are fewer. They are the ones who stayed. The ones who did not fly south. The ones who decided to face the winter. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee. He hands me one. He sits next to me. The frost is gone. The sun is higher. The world is still cold but the cold is softer now. The kind of cold that reminds you that warmth exists.

And she would give it to him—in the coldest, most brutal way possible. She closed the door and walked back to the command center, her footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. The monitors showed the city in thermal imaging, the heat signatures of the remaining survivors flickering like dying embers against the frozen backdrop. There were fewer of them now, the cold and the black hail claiming their victims with ruthless efficiency. The streets were littered with abandoned cars, their engines frozen solid, their drivers long since dead or fled. The buildings were dark and silent, their windows shattered by the hail, their interiors exposed to the killing cold.

He felt his humanity slipping, the memories of his life—his name, his past, his love for the boy who had just betrayed him—becoming distant, frozen flickers in a vast, dark tundra. "Ignis," he whispered, his voice no longer his own, but the sound of grinding glaciers. "Get out of the way." Ignis didn't move. He stood firm, his eyes locked onto Aiden’s. "Make me, monster." The cellar walls began to crack, the stone groaning under the pressure of the unnatural cold. Frost spiraled outward from Aiden’s body like a spiderweb, covering the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. The air became so thin and freezing that the Moon Guards instinctively raised their shields, though the metal instantly beca

She whispered, blinking sleepily. He didn't say anything for so long, just letting his eyes take in her features. And then, "They have seen more than any human should ever see." She took shallow breaths, her eyes dilated. "Can they....ever be...warm again?" "No." "Why...?" "They've been cold for so long." he looked away, "They've forgotten what it's like to be warm." "That's....very....sad...." She raised a trembling hand and ran it down the scar, her hand tracing it.

Forever doesn't exist. But with you, I'm willing to prove them wrong. "After all this time?" Dumbledore asked, stupefied as Snape's memories and buried feelings slowly unfold right in front of his eyes. "Always," he answered. Always. Constant. Never changing. Like my feelings for you.

It so weak to even try to cry again, and even battle the damn timbre that unique to a destroyer. One can felt the longing despite the pain, a cry only belong from a loving mother who lose her child. “We'll see each other...again.” * At the deepest of the sea comes the sword, silently filled the lake with boiling grace. It trying to defeat the cold that long been visit the place. The cold that slumbered and would never ever think of leaving. The cold can be consider cunning. It connected to everyone who live just fine. It height and spread as if to filled the world.

Natalie was forced to swallow the pill before she could react. “You…What did you give me?” Natalie looked at him, her beautiful face was filled with shock and fury. Darryl smiled and said, "Why are you panicking? Aren't you unafraid of death? I gave you the 'Cold Fire Pill'!" The Cold Fire Pill was one of the more special pills in the Everlasting Pellet Technique. It had two attributes of heat and cold. After consuming it, one would feel the attack of ice and fire at the same time.One's body would also feel extremely itchy.

He was dragging a sled loaded with repurposed thermal padding, his movements heavy and deliberate. "The infirmary? You mean the stone box with the holes in the roof? Sofia is in there trying to keep five hundred people from turning into statues while you and I are out here playing pack-mules," Nomo snapped, standing up with a groan. His joints screamed in protest, the cold penetrating deep into his marrow. He looked out through the hangar doors at the city of Eldergloom. It was no longer a city of orange nectar and indigo light. It was a white graveyard. The natural winter—a season the city hadn't felt in a century—had descended with a predatory hunger.

The journey to the Tundra Graves was a march into a world of white silence. As we pushed north, the vibrant life of the Silver Heart was replaced by a landscape so cold it felt brittle, as if the air itself might shatter if we spoke too loudly. The ground was no longer earth; it was a thousand feet of permafrost, housing the remains of every Alpha since the dawn of the Great Shift.