All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

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!"

He glared at Arkael with a silent warning flickering in his eyes: persist, and you’ll regret it. But Arkael was unyielding. His resolve was as steadfast as ever. He held firm, stubbornly waiting for the dam of Zadkiel’s unspoken thoughts to finally break. Had Zadkiel’s lost memories not obscured the past, he would have recognized this very tenacity like a hallmark of their first encounter.

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 …”

That's how the lecturer tried to coldly answer a few questions from curious students. "We will start the chemistry lesson; those who still want to talk and don't want to learn, please leave before I kick you out." The first introduction went quickly because Alex looked annoyed and in an instant, the room fell silent. All the students immediately focused their attention, and in just a few minutes, they gave Alex the nickname "cold-blooded lecturer."

Ryan's photographs captured the essence of fleeting moments, reminding others to embrace the beauty of the present. Together Forever was not just a love story, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of art, and the enduring impact of a love that transcends time. It was a tale of two souls who, through their shared dreams and unwavering love, had discovered the true essence of life—to live fully, love deeply, and embrace the beauty of each passing moment.

They are talking about me. I look down at my hand, imagining my flesh rotting, peeling away to reveal stark white bone. I shake my head, expelling the intrusive thought. "I would suggest not using words like that around her. Not right now," Roel mutters. The wall is cold against my back as I lean closer to the archway. I'm desperately trying to fight off the itching in my nose from the flowers that seem to be spawning everywhere around me. "It has to be magic," Crimson hisses.

Madison screamed, as another stream of ice cold water washed over her skin, but Katherine refused to let her go. “Please I…” “Pour more water!” Katherine half yelled, a dark chuckle rising from the deep of her throat, and her men did as ordered, cutting Madison of her speech, as she began to thrash wildly. Her whole body was shaking and trembling, and Katherine knew that the cold blasting about would be seeping into her bones, but it made her more happy. Seconds passed, and minutes too before Katherine seemed to have had enough, and she yelled at her men to stop.

Marissa was about to flare up, but I pointed at Kyle's neck and said coldly, "Marissa Langley, what right did you have to give Nora's protection pendant to someone else?" Marissa's expression changed, and the words stuck in her throat. That pendant had been made from a family heirloom of mine. My daughter had worn it since birth, for fifteen full years. "It's just an object," Marissa said coldly. "Kyle kept catching little colds around that time, so I gave it to him for protection. "Owen Duncan, why do you always have to fixate on these tiny things?" I slowly lowered my hand. Little colds. Tiny things.