Blood Boiling Temperature Novels & Stories

“Your temperature has dropped below 40 degrees, Merryn. We need to warm you up quickly. Else, you could die.” Without bothering to remove our clothes, I stepped into the tub and sat with Merryn on my lap. The water burned my skin from the scalding hot temperature, but I paid it no mind as I held her against my chest. “I-I don’t understand, Gio. I feel fine.” She told me. Vivienne crouched beside us, kneeling next to the tub as she retook Merryn’s temperature. “42 degrees. It’s going back up.” She announced loudly.

Victor’s chest was broad and tone, no swelling or broken bones, just bruising. "At least he's physically fit. That will help him to recover quickly." She thought while examining him. The beeping of the thermometer broke her concentration on his lean proportionate long body. Removing the thermostat from his armpit, it read 101 degrees. "He's still in the danger zone."

"Blake, are you sick? Why is your forehead so hot?" He let go of her and pressed his face against her forehead. He felt that her temperature was abnormal. So, he got off the bed and took a thermometer to measure Blake's temperature. He then saw that her temperature was 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit. Liam quickly boiled water, gave her a few fever-reducing pills, and made soup for her. When he was done, he helped Blake sit up and let her lean against him. "Drink some soup. Be careful, it's hot."

I breastfed him and noticed he was running temperature. I lifted him into the bathroom to pour some water on him. I gently placed him in the wash basin and turned the faucet. His wailings doubled then I realized he didn't like the water on him. Instantly, I lifted him out and wrapped a towel around him nuzzling close to my chest rocking him softly. His temperature rose to a hundred degrees making him too hot and uncomfortable to touch. I set him on the vanity counter, standing close to prevent a fall. His skin was flaming and his eyes smoldering. It was something I'd never seen before, it terrified me. I started to sob.

My blood is boiling up. Is it supposed to be this way? I am panicking, even as I feel myself getting hotter and hotter. Why is he not stopping? Can't he feel my skin is burning up? Can't he tell something is wrong?!

Within a few breaths, the temperature soared past 140 degrees and kept rising. 160, 180, 212. When the temperature hit 212 degrees, Victor started feeling pretty uncomfortable. Peter, lying on the floor, was long dead. He had already kicked the bucket when the temperature reached 140 degrees. It was like being in a sauna; 100 degrees felt comfortable, but what about 140? Who'd want to experience being burned alive? Well, Peter certainly didn't enjoy it, but Victor, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. "Can the temperature go even higher?" Victor asked, showing no intention of leaving.

"But a king must ensure his supply lines are entirely secure. Tell me, Tanya... if the base ingredients for this cure are so rare, what is the exact molecular boiling point required to keep the Moonlit Orchid extract from degrading under sulfur heat?" ​Tanya’s arrogant smile froze instantly. Her eyes widened in sheer panic, her mind scrambling through the stolen notes she had tried to memorize on the carriage ride. "The... the boiling point, Your Majesty? It is... it must be kept at a standard high-heat flash boil! Around four parts sulfur to one part..." ​She trailed off, noticing the head physician frowning in confusion.

He also witnessed many high-level spells during this fight and they have also improved his understanding of spell structure and Magic circles by leaps and bounds. Saxon summoned a sea of flames and guided them into the cylinder. The flames were burning over 200,000°C. Once the flames entered the cylinder that was spinning at over 1000 mph. The temperature increase was rapid, reaching a peak of over 500'000°C in a few minutes. Saxon kept adding flames to the air cylinder to make it hotter. The wind spirit roared, but it was more like a wail of pain than one of anger. Roars got more frequent and got weaker and weaker by the minute. Xasha finally let out a sigh of relief, "it's over," he said w

I walked towards the bathroom, soaking a towel beneath freezing water, wrung it out and folded it over his forehead as I sat on the bed. The cloth hissed softly and within moments it was warm. Well, this was what it was to have a wolf fever. Their temperature rose until it was too hot for anyone to touch. If I took him to the hospital, they would actually be curious about what had happened and they could even keep me for questioning because the heat was not normal. “Is this normal?” Zea asked, noticing that the towel was simply heating. Hell, it was even dry. Then steamed, curled from the fabric before it dried completely against his skin. I pulled it away from him and rushed to the bathroom

I can just think of him saying all his secrets, but what fun would it be when I’m in control and everything is just too easy and so simple. I increased his normal temperature letting him feel the rising heat a normal body shouldn’t contain. “You feel that?” I asked moving closer to him, sweats beards was quick to start forming on his head. “That’s your blood starting to boil, that’s your entire body system starting to get heated.” I answered for him. “I’m gonna….. die- if I don’t….. say anything right?” He asked pausing between his words. Must be the effect of what I’m doing to him.