As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

The frosting is a pale, jaundiced yellow, the sickly echo of a winter sun. The cold. The raw, biting cold. It's not just a sensation anymore. It’s a tenant in my blood, an uninvited occupant that has finally built its home in my bones.

Isla could only moan in response, her body trembling with the unique sensation. The ice cube left a trail of goosebumps as it traveled down her stomach, eliciting a series of shivers. Liam's fingers gently parted her pussy lips, exposing her glistening folds. Isla's breath caught in her throat as she felt the ice cube against her clit, the coldness intensifying her sensitivity. “It's so cold, Liam. Ahhhhhh…..” She squirmed, her body instinctively seeking more contact, but the swing held her firmly in place.

I did not give them time to regroup. I opened my core and released the cold. Not the absolute zero I had used in the garden, but controlled and really precise. The frost spread across the ground, covering the path, the trees, the rocks. It reached the foxes and climbed their legs, their bodies, their tails. They tried to flee, but the cold was faster. One by one, they froze, their bodies locked in mid-stride, their amber eyes still burning with terror. The largest fox, the silver-streaked one, struggled against its prison. I walked toward it, my footsteps silent on 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.

“Don’t be such a big baby.” “It’s twenty below, Raquel. We’re going to freeze to death if we go with Plan B.” She shrugs, continuing up the steps toward the upper levels “Twenty below? I don’t understand Celsius, remember?” I hurry after her. My head feels light and woozy. I’m losing too much blood. “It means really fucking cold,” I translate for her. “It’s the only way,” she says with finality, and I know she’s right.

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"

--- The trap I knew this stretch — a stream ran through it, narrow but deep, with ice thin enough to crack under weight. We hit it at speed. I jumped first, boots skidding on the far bank. Isabella landed hard beside me; Asher made it a beat later. The being didn’t slow. The ice broke like glass. For a heartbeat, it was gone — water closing over its head with a muffled splash. --- It doesn’t drown I didn’t expect it to die. But I did expect the cold to slow it. It came out slower, limbs heavier, skin steaming in the freezing air. Its eyes — if that’s what they were — were brighter now, fixed on the bone.

The cold is no longer just his. It’s changed. A new quality to it, a texture. It’s not the clean, empty cold of a ghost anymore. It’s a… sticky cold. A clinging, invasive chill that doesn’t just sit on my skin, it presses in. Like frost on a windowpane, but inside out.

As I regain consciousness, I am immediately confronted with the stark truth of my environment. The biting cold air mercilessly penetrates my weak frame, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. It is as if I have been trapped in an icy void, where each exhale materializes as a reminder of where I am.

I strolled on this ice field like I was in my home. However, Efrain dislikes the extreme cold very much and naturally despises this place openly. He hurriedly entered my purple space. I couldn’t blame him. After all, this kind of cold was bone-chilling to the extreme, and only creatures with ice attributes and unique physiques could survive this extreme cold.