As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

Instantly, everyone else disappeared leaving Avril and Prince Dakar behind. And Avril was no longer beside her Prince. She found herself in an icy cage with the temperature inside below zero degrees. The cold instantly embraced her like an obsessed lover, not letting go. Her throbbing palm went numb with cold, her blood turning to ice within her. A terrible wind gust blasted into her, pushing her over unto the floor covered with snow. She gasped for breath but ice began to rain down with near ice water accompanying it. It was almost like freezing rain, except the rain was already frozen into thin shards that sliced her and drew blood.

Every tiny sound seemed louder. I felt a sudden, sharp shock of cold. I gasped as he trailed an ice cube slowly down my neck. He moved it in slow circles, following the line of my throat down to the space between my breasts. The ice was melting, and I could feel the cold water trickling down my skin, making me shiver. He moved the cube over my breast, circling one nipple until it was hard and sensitive. The contrast between the freezing ice and my hot, flushed skin was almost too much to bear.

Whoosh! Biting cold frost appeared out of thin air. The ground, walls, trees, and cars froze in the blink of an eye, like a world of snow and ice had formed. The temperature plummeted, and it was so cold that one shivered with chattering teeth. “It’s so cold!” “Why is this ice-attributed technique so terrifying?”

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

I felt like I was being slowly encased in a shroud of ice, my breath visible in the chill air as I struggled to comprehend the source of this creeping, deadly cold. The cold was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that crushed the air from my lungs. It seeped into my very being, insidious and relentless, like a winter's chill that refused to thaw. My bones ached with a dull, numbing pain, as if the cold had taken up residence within my marrow, refusing to be dislodged.

Exhausted and tiered of standing, i took a sit by the long sofa, making sure not to get too comfortable on it as i waited for dad to come back in and it did not take long at all. "Here" he handed a full glass of chilled water and all i did stare at the object cupped between my palms. It was freezing and i hated the cold. It gave me a kind of chill that made my veins freeze, completely detrimental to my health. At least that was how i had been feeling since the accident. Winter used to be my favorite time of the year and now i can't even stand the least bit of cold or i would start to get really uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and downed half the contents of the glass even still with a cough

“Wait here.” I say, sliding my finger down her jaw to her chin. I walk to the kitchen, opening the freezer to grab an ice cube, “You seem to have quite enjoyed the cold sensation against your skin…” She's staring at me with a naughty expression that makes me shiver all over. “Did you know, Angel? They say hell is actually cold.”

"They need to see the mechanism. They need to know if the ice consumes the soul or if the soul can command the ice." Aiden gripped the edge of the workbench, his knuckles turning a translucent, bruised white. The cold was a living thing now, a serpent coiled tightly around his spine, whispering promises of numbness that tempted him to let go, to just stop fighting the freeze. "You’re talking as if I’m an experiment, Vane. I’m a man. I have a name. I have a history."

he says. I try. The cold moves higher, circling my aching clit, making me jerk and moan. “Fuccccck.” Then without warning he pushes the smooth, freezing ice cube inside my pussy and my back lifts completely off the blanket, a sharp scream tearing out of my throat as the intense cold fills me, shocking my hot, sensitive walls. “Oh God—!” “That’s right.”

That got a few small laughs around the room, even from Cassandra. Celeste moved to the side of the table where the paper draft was waiting, then drew the first line herself in clean, precise script. **Ice Ability Grimoire – Level 1** **Foundational Principle:** *Cold is not absence. Cold is direction.* She paused, then added a second line beneath it. **User Goal:** *Learn to summon, guide, and sustain cold without losing breath or balance.* Cassandra stared at the words as if they might shift if she looked too hard.