Body Tempering Novels & Stories

A notification appeared, informing me that the body temperature of the wearer of the watch I was tracking was now at ninety-four degrees. The normal body temperature of a human being was ninety-eight point six degrees. My daughter’s body temperature was dropping.

Bima, usually the restless type who couldn't sit still for a single minute, was now nothing more than a shivering heap beneath the heavy sheets. The bright, high-pitched laughter that usually filled every corner of the apartment had vanished, replaced by short, agonizingly heavy gasps. His face was flushed a deep, burning crimson—not from embarrassment, but from a body temperature that had rocketed to a dangerous hundred and two degrees. Jakarta outside was enduring a sweltering heatwave, but to Bima, the world felt like an arctic wasteland, trying to freeze the very marrow of his bones.

she lied, her voice trembling just enough to give her away. "You're not fine. You're shaking." I slid my hand under her hoodie, my palm meeting the silk of her skin. "I have a better idea than these plastic blankets. We could try a little... exercise. It’s the most efficient way to raise core body temperature. It’s a basic biology." I felt the sudden hitch in her breathing. My wolf stirred, liking the way her scent spiked—a mix of sharp ginger and sudden, blooming heat. "You are unbelievable," she whispered, her voice thick. "We are in my old’s house. Brandon is literally ten feet away on the porch. And you’re... you’re trying to—"

"I'd hate to see you die of the cold." "Thank you," I mumble, pulling the coat tighter over my shaking body, feeling the pre-warmth from his body just having been in there. "But where's yours?" I ask before getting too comfortable. He shrugs, breathing in tiredly. "That was merely just a fashion statement. Since I'm a vampire and whatevert the fuck else, I can just regulate my body temperature as I please. I'm pretty warm right now actually." Weird weird weird... This is all so weird...

Momma used to cover my forehead with a clean towel soaked with cold water whenever I was severely down with a terrible fever. I squeezed the towel after soaking it with cold water and plastered it against his sweaty forehead. He was shivering and I drew the blankets up to his chest. I continued wiping his forehead with the towel until the water became warm. I checked his temperature after taking the thermometer from his mouth. His fever wasn't subsiding and his body temperature seemed to be hitting towards 70 degrees. He was burning with high fever.

I will share with her my body’s warmth and she shall be feeling well tomorrow morning. Kenji then went on Maddie’s top and pressed his body to Maddie’s. Maddie was still wearing her clothes, it was just the coat that was removed from her. Kenji’s head was facing the pillow and then faced sidewards to breathe but not facing Maddie’s face. “I am just doing this because I will deceive you.” He said. Kenji shared his body’s warmth and energy with Maddie. And it was really effective because Maddie’s temperature was going down. Kenji got so tired he then rolled his body next to Maddie and just collapsed there, lying down next to Maddie.

His immediate planning rescinded any and all personal partaking. His black overcoat might appear to a normal passer-by like a furnace in this heat, he wore it everywhere. His body temperature listened to his brain and worked accordingly. He could heat himself and cool himself as he pleased. It was the first in his bag of tricks. He had discombobulated the walls of his room trying to learn this one. The problem always lay within how much energy he used and how often he had to work to recharge himself. The solution lay miles away.

“One more thing,” the doctor said, glancing at Misha’s pale, still form under the blankets. “What is it, doc?” James responded before I could. “His core temp’s dropped. He’s hypothermic.” James frowned. “The heater’s on.” “Won’t be enough if it keeps dipping,” the doctor said. “Fastest way to raise his temperature is body heat. Skin to skin.” She said it casually, like it was just another part of her job. Then her gaze slid pointedly to me.

Fire, Red_Two had to concede, was the only think that was keeping him alive. The red flush of fever, as he held his shivering and frozen hands on his face to warm them up, was the only thing keeping his internal body temperature from falling to below the dangerous levels that his surroundings were currently promoting.

Suddenly Gemma felt dry and the warm air helped her body to stop shivering. “The elevator can sense when a person is not in their best form and so looks to rectify it. You are all wet and cold, so it has dried you and is providing warm air to help you. If you were disheveled or hair askew it would fix it. Same with a cut or injury...to an extent”