As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

She was supposed to be dead, but now she was standing there, as if nothing had ever happened. “Hello, Adrian,” she said coolly, her eyes cold as ice. “Long time no see.”

The cold air hit Robert as soon as he stepped outside. The gust gnawed at the flesh of his face. This is what the cold seasons felt like every year in these dreary hills, but he was no stranger to it anymore. Caine was already waiting for him outside the structure, just as his messenger had said. Robert glared at him through the columns of breath that escaped his nostrils. Caine absorbed his look and shot it right back at him. He opened his mouth to speak but was suddenly cut off when Robert put his hand up.

Serah's POV The weather was unbearably cold, biting through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as I walked along the deserted streets, shivering uncontrollably. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the cold seemed to gnaw at my very core. My stomach churned painfully, likely a mix of the freezing temperature and the heaviness in my heart. I just hoped with all my might that I would reach home soon, a warm refuge from this cruel night.

as my speech deteriorates with the cold numbing my lips. My breath resembles steam in the frigid air. I've left my coat behind at the party, and my thin cotton shirt offers inadequate protection from the cold. It's pitch dark, and the ice-covered forest floor makes each step precarious. Still, I won't turn back as long as Ahren remains there.

Stephanie was still unbothered. Her breaths were coming out in small pants and she could see her breath already fogging. She couldn’t feel some parts of her body anymore. What she was doing didn’t seem to be working. “Do you have a brain at all?” she asked. “You’ll know that ice isn’t destructive. You won’t be able to defeat someone who uses ice with ice. Did you think you could actually freeze me?” she asked pressing her forearm harder and the cold got worse. She could feel the cold much stronger now and the ice crawling up her body at a much faster rate. Her hands dropped and she looked into Stephanie’s glowing crystal blue eyes and then they were both encased in ice and something hit hard

It was clearly icier, but it was still good. "No...the ice cream isn't actually magic...it's just cold..." she couldn't stifle the laughter in her voice. "And there's not really that much magic to the stone, either. Well... the ice underneath is unmeltable. So I guess that's magic, but if we had normal ice, it would work the same. It merely freezes the stone cold enough to freeze the cream as it hits it. Freezing things isn't magic at all... just... making frozen things unmeltable is..." she laughed. She couldn't help it anymore. She laughed. Hard.

she replied coldly “Ice cream then?" “i said I’m busy and aren’t you supposed to be at work killing people or something?" A few passers-by who heard that last statement looked at the two in shock but they just thought it was sarcasm at play and walked on. “Today is my free day and i feel like i didn’t say thank you enough for what you did for me that night and this coincidence, hmmm,” Evan smiled and went on. “please let’s have ice cream, please,” he begged her

she began, "the element of cold means water. Specifically, we have to drink from the water of this spring." Adea glanced at the flowing spring beside her. The water's silvery surface glistened as it reflected the light of the moon and the stars. She dipped her hand in the water, shivering as it felt incredibly cold to the touch. Still, it filled her with a sense of peace and security, as if even the water was trying to tell her that everything was going to be alright.

He says and briskly retreats to the building, leaving me standing alone under the snow. As I stood there, I can literally feel my body ice up as if it was turning to stone and standing on top of the snow which litters the floor wasn't helping me consider the fact I am barefoot as it spread cold from my foot directly into my body, especially blood. I can feel my bloodstream freezing. The cold is getting worse and worse with every second or minute interval that goes by and my body is numbing. I gaze into the icy pool, then the floor and then up to the sky, I sigh tiredly and not knowing what else to do jump into the cold pool.

“How close did you get to him?” “I would tell you the rest of it, but you would probably pass out.” I joke with her. “Let's just say that the expression 'cold as death itself' stems from him. The man feels like a human popsicle.” “Oh. My. Gawd. You touched him?! Is he hot?” I nod and she squeals.