As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

The snow was coming down hard, the flakes small and sharp, more like ice droplets than the fluffy white puffs one usually thought of when considering this particular type of precipitation. But after a century or so of living in the Village, Cornelius Cane had grown immune to the cold and the various forms of solid water the clouds heaved down upon them.

Could you imagine what it felt like to have ice-cold water dumped on you in -70°C? Cyrus gripped the thick water hose and unleashed a torrent straight onto the thugs outside his door. The difference in temperature between inside and outside was nearly 100°C. The water left the pipe steaming, but the instant it struck those men, it froze solid against their bodies. Bundled in down jackets and sweaters, they might have looked well-prepared for the cold. But once drenched, it felt like being tossed into a frozen cellar.

Because my body froze like ice, also my tongue froze in a position and did not move, my legs lost their strength and my whole body was held by his hands like a very lightweight thing like foam. He lay me down onto the bed and put a blanket onto my body and then another and another. He covers my whole body with blankets so I feel hot and it makes my body come back to normal again. Then, he sat with me on the bed and held my hand in his cold and hard hands. His hands are like the ice which is put onto the river in winter. But he just held my hand for a few seconds, and in just those few seconds my hand became frozen so badly that I wasn't able to feel my fingers and the palm of my hand like wo

Everything did, except his eyes. Jaded black and cold. Not cold like the snow storm in winter, whose origin coldness can be traced. This was stone cold, like the moon's surface. She could imagine it- rupturing people oxygen less. He was doing it to her. In response, an involuntary shiver raked her body. Mikhail mistook the reason to be the weather.

But how? “What are the cold cells?” I ask, and Haely goes rigid. I move around the kitchen counter behind her and wrap my arms over her waist and tug her back flush against me, focusing on the thought of Ivy, imagining this whole fake relationship is one with the only person I really want to have in my arms. It works for a moment until she talks and melts into my arms. “They are in the dungeon. We have different cells for different torture. The cold cells maintain a temperature of negative three degrees Fahrenheit. Where did you hear about them?” She asks, genuinely curious.

The northern lights exploded across the dark sky just as Kane and Elias stepped onto the frozen lake, painting everything in wild green and purple. "After everything we have seen, this still takes my breath away," Kane said, lacing his skates fast. Elias stood up and tested the ice. "Same here. This trip feels right. Just us, the lights, and old friends coming soon. Time to look back at it all." They pushed off together, blades cutting sharp into the quiet. The cold air bit but their moves stayed smooth after years of practice. Old teammates started showing up one by one, calling out hellos as they joined the ice.

"Yes.. uh.. yes... I couldn't contain my moans as the cold melted ice water trickled out onto my pert, aroused tits. The cold sensation sending shivers through me as the water trickled over my nipples and down my belly. The droplets continued to trickle over me, down my thighs, over my pussy, then dripping down onto the floor. Taking a partially melted ice cube in each hand he started to trace them around my now heaving boobs. The water melting faster, trickling over me in little rivulets. Then his warm mouth enveloped one of my nipples, the warm contrast to the cold was delightful. But his chilly teasing continued as he traced down with the remnants of the ice cubes to my thighs.

The thin sheet of ice that was his lips bent a single micron. "He fears the cold. Below freezing, his connection to others' pheromones is briefly severed. Cut his communications on the battlefield, and he is left with nothing but himself." "So the old bones fear the cold." Rex dumped the eggs back into the pan. The motion was rough. Egg splattered out. The stove flame kissed it into scorched stars. He grinned. "Then freeze him to death." Silas ignored the grin. His ash pheromones condensed at his fingertips. An almost invisible layer of frost. Barely perceptible in the morning light.

* I drew a shaky breath, forcing myself to focus. My eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that might serve as a means of escape with my arms still around Carl. I watched the frost on the walls as they glimmered faintly in the dim light, but it wasn’t just frost. Cracks and hairline fractures were running along the icy surface, like cold water iced surface. Even our sweat was almost freezing. Maybe it could have frozen up, only if the coldness had not been reduced from the last time's own. We could have frozen to death after spending a day in the cold.

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