Blood Boiling Temperature Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she felt a huge life essence around her, followed by a scorching temperature soaring from Philip's body. Bursts of bubbles rose underwater. Philip's body surface temperature was so high that it boiled the water around him almost instantly. When the professor saw the green glow on Philip's body, his eyes immediately lit up. “What kind of power is this? It has such a powerful healing ability. If I can get my hands on it, I’ll be invincible.”

Her breathing hadn't improved. The oxygen was helping maintain what little saturation we had, but something was shutting her body down faster than we could compensate for it. “Temperature?” I asked. Dorothy checked again. Her face changed. “Doctor...” “What?” “One hundred six point eight.” My stomach dropped. “Fuck.” Dorothy looked at me. I didn't apologize. There was no fucking time. One hundred six point eight. That wasn't a fever we could casually treat and monitor. That was catastrophic hyperthermia.

She instantly pulls the carriage to a harsh halt beside a small herbal sanctuary at the edge of the lower village. She places her hand against my forehead and recoils instantly. "Goddess above! You are burning alive!" J'onn frantically pulls me out of the carriage, dragging my limp weight through the doors of the small village clinic. The village medicine-wolf thrusts a glass heat-stem into my mouth, pulling it out seconds later with wide, horrified eyes. "Her blood temperature is over a hundred and four degrees! What took you so long to bring her in?! A spirit-fever this severe will cook a female's brain!"

A massive, towering wall of boiling, green-tinted water and superheated steam shot three hundred feet into the midnight sky, tearing through the center of the bay with the force of a volcanic eruption. The leading three sea-wolf warships were caught directly in the localized geyser. The leviathan oil caking their hulls did not protect them from the sheer, crushing pressure of the boiling channel; the superheated water melted the grease in seconds, exposing the raw, cold iron plates to the sudden, extreme thermal expansion. The metal warped, cracked, and shattered with deafening, metallic screeches, sending tons of boiling sea water pouring into the holds as the massive vessels broke in half

He started to scold me again, but as he raised his hand to cup my face, he realized my skin was burning hot. "You have a fever?" He abandoned the argument and quickly took my temperature. 105.6 degrees Fahrenheit—this was a dangerous sign of wolf soul damage. He looked at me nervously. "Why is your fever so high?" He carefully cradled me. His voice was full of worry. "We'll be together, we won't fight anymore, okay? Let me heal you." His concern made me falter for a second, but it was just a moment. My heart remained cold, because I knew I wasn't his one and only.

Russell's face was written with worry, but she shook her head, steeled her resolve, and put her hand into the water, squeezing the excess one back into the bowl. She placed it on his forehead just in time for the thermometer to start beeping that it was done. She pulled it out of his mouth and gasped at the reading of his temperature. He was at a whopping 45.5 degrees Celsius. "Russell, you're boiling hot!" Russell gave her a weak smile before saying, "I'm good. I'll be fine after I get good rest." "Your temperature is 45.5 degrees Celsius. That is even higher than a normal fever temperature. Baby, we have to go to the hospital."

“I think that she has started to heal. The raise in temperature is probably from a result of tissues repairing themselves. I had predicted this but I did not expect that it will be over the roof!” “Why didn’t you tell me something of that importance?” “Please bro, it is also my first time doing something of this kind. I am not sure about a lot of things!” “Then what should we do?” I asked. such high temperature, will it fry all her cells in the body and turn her into a mummy? “We will let her endure through it!” “Are you nuts?” I asked with a frown. Such high temperature and he want her to endure through it.

At 60°C my skin prickled, sweat instantly beading on my forehead. Then 70°C… my face flushed a deep, painful red. The steam, oozing from the corner wrapped around me like ghostly hands, squeezing my chest. Each breath was a fight. I was panting, but it didn’t help. My heart was pounding too fast. When it reached 70°C, Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. The floor under my feet was burning my bare soles. My dress was already soaked through with sweat, clinging to me like a second skin of misery.

"Figure out what's causing this?" "I can try," the specialist responds. "But werewolf physiology is complex and unusual conditions don't always show up in standard tests." She takes the blood samples to the medical building to analyze them and we're left waiting and watching Freya's temperature climb higher. "One hundred and seven," Sebastian reads from the thermometer. "How high can it go before permanent damage?" "We're already at risk of brain damage," the doctor says grimly. "We need to get this fever down now." She starts an IV with fluids and fever reducing medication but Freya's temperature barely drops and I can see panic starting to show on everyone's faces.

“The Architects have initiated a 'Resource-Recall'. They’re sucking the heat out of the floor-grids to power the 'Grand-Inquisitor' landing-struts outside!” ​“Bran! Get the Fire-Smithies to the primary heat-exchangers!” I barked, not looking up as I used a sterilized glass tube to clear the fluid from a violet-eyed infant’s throat. “I don't care if they have to burn their own marrow to do it—keep the ambient temperature at 38°C. If these babies hit hypothermia, their blood-chemistry will revert to the Architects' 'Standard' and they’ll flatline!”