As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

she said to me. “But didn’t we get, freeze in cold and die due to cold?” I ask her. “We witches have a high tolerance for cold and pain, so you don’t need to worry about it,” she said to me. “Now, turn the temperature normal while observing the cold in your body, and convert the water into ice,” she said I followed her instruction and after some time I felt something very cold in my hands, I opened my eyes to see, I am holding ice ball in my hands.

Leander grumbled, picking up an ice cube from the cup, "The more I think about it, the more stupid I felt back then. I'm going to eat ice to cool down!" The ice cube was what I had used to apply cold compress to his bruises just now. "Waaahh...!" Leander, who was eating the ice cube, suddenly started to whimper, pointing frantically at his mouth. What happened? "it's……too……cold!!" He managed to say through the ice cube. I started to panic too, and before I knew it, my lips were pressed tightly against Leander's. Oops! The coldness transferred through his lips, making mine chilly. Leander was also in a daze, his eyes widening as he slowly moved his mouth, more cold air escaping from his lips.

It’s filled with ice, which the kitchen staff sends up to keep the water cool. I grab a jagged chunk of ice and the cold bites into my palm. “Kieran?” Alexei watches me, confused. I press the ice against the center of his chest and he hisses, his back arching off the mattress as the freezing water melts against his hot skin. “That’s fucking cold,” he gasps. “Good,” I say. “Feel it.” I drag the ice down his sternum, over his ribs, circling his left nipple. The contrast makes his skin pebble, his breath hitching in his throat.

Amanda's POV~ "Some people can really be so dumb" I complained as I put the AC on full blast with the remote on the glass center table. "For Christ sake, who confuses pepper with paprika?! I clearly said to use paprika, so why.....! Hmph!" I sighed as I took deep breaths to calm down and clear my head.

Cressida's pov The ice split opened wide. One moment I was standing on solid black ice, Lucian's wrist still warm in my grip. The next; the world tilted, cracked, and swallowed us both. Cold. Not the clean cold of winter. Not the friendly cold of the rink. This was the cold of drowning. The cold of dark water closing over your head, stealing your breath, crushing your chest. I went under. The water was black. I couldn't see my hands. Couldn't see the surface. Couldn't see Lucian.

The scoreboard is a taunting, neon tie: 3 - 3. The air on the ice is freezing, yet Elias's lungs feel like they are filled with liquid fire. Every breath is a jagged rasp. The sound of blades carving into the ice is violent, rhythmic, and desperate. This isn't just a game, it's a war of attrition.

Something tells me, when the ice settles, nothing will be the same. A frozen statue of rage, carved from ice, stands before me fury made solid. Coach calls us off, signaling the Zamboni to smooth the rink into a perfect, frosted mirror. “Carter, take a break,” he says once the ice gleams untouched, like a frozen battlefield.

Oliver basked in their flattery, smugness shining in his eyes. He tenderly wrapped his down jacket tighter around Sophia. Gathering her gently against him, he walked slowly up to the freezer. He reached out and tapped a finger against the glass in front of me, his eyes full of contempt. "Grace, do you understand what you did wrong? You know perfectly well our Feral Suns Pack carries the Cold Curse, and you still bullied Sophia." Inside the glass, the freezer's thermometer had already iced over at minus 58 degrees. I was wrapped in the thin cotton pajamas I'd changed into before bed, shivering so hard I couldn't stop.

I could barely move a muscle and my teeth aggressively grind past each other from the cold. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I could feel my blood freezing up. “I think I’m good to freeze to death.”

I winched when I felt the ice touch the entrance of my pussy. Gosh… I’ve never felt ice on my pussy before. I didn’t know cold could feel this good. It was crazy. The shock of it made me shake a little. It was cold, but the way it touched me… it brought something out of me I didn’t expect. It made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.