All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

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.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

That life was gone. Forever.

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

"Why are you so calm? I'm taking away your chance of becoming Luna. Aren't you supposed to hate me?" Smiling, I answered, "Why would I? You took a huge load off my hands. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to reject becoming the Moonfall pack's Luna so effortlessly. Now everything has worked out—I have a solid reason for both his and my fathers." My composure wiped the smile off her face. Through clenched jaws, she hissed, "If that's the case, you should scram! Guards, as Luna of the Moonfall pack, I order you to chase this she-wolf off the premises. Cast her out, now!"

Happiness radiated the both of them while holding their hands walking on the beach for a sight seeing. “Axe, for better and for worst till death do us part..?” Kael mumbled lovingly towards his lover while staring at Kiel. “Yes, my love! For better and for worst, ‘till death do us part... I'll always be there for you, no matter what...” Kiel mumbled back affectionately. The couple then kissed passionately under the promise of staying in each other’s side forever. THEIR COLD AND CONFUSED HEARTS finally found their homes settling and warming each other’s souls to no end. Together they melt the remaining frost that wrapped around them for a long spand of time.

Eleanor kept crying while looking down. "I don't k-know. B-but y-you should know that I n-never went to the gym my entire life. I t-tried my best t-to learn as much as p-possible b-but y-you're e-expecting me t-to fight l-like your m-men whom y-you’ve thought for y-years..." She sniffed and raised her teary eyes to meet his. "T-three weeks are n-nothing compared to years. Y-you are b-being s-so cold and d-detached b-but I-I'm trying m-my best." She whispered softly like a baby and his heart constricted painfully in his chest.

She quickly took her arm off his hold, crawled back away from him, then hugged her knees. Estevan winced, shivering. “The cold’s killing me.” His palm and his fingers were pale and blue, covered by a layer of white frost. “Come here, quick,” Raeherys reached out to hold the chronicler’s hands. The burning heat of his touch was enough to slowly melt the frost. Water dripped down as white mist flew up. “I’m … I’m sorry,” Larice held her pounding chest, “I can’t do it … I … I can’t …”