Body Tempering Novels & Stories

He gave me a perplexed look. “Only last night? That’s weird. I’ve always thought myself as a very attractive man on a twenty-four-seven basis.” I laughed. His first good joke! “That’s not what I meant, Johnny Bravo. Your body temp, how did you raise it so high?” “It’s something we can do. Our blood pumps faster than the blood of humans. I just had to increase the pace a little.” “Thanks for that. I thought my fingers were going to start falling off due to frost bite.”

“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!”

It was like a raging fire had been dampened to a steady burn. I walked to her bedside, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out to touch her forehead. My fingers brushed her skin. And then, a profound sense of relief washed over me. Her temperature was better. Not normal, not completely cool, but definitely better than it had been. The blistering heat had receded. It was still warm, but a manageable warmth. It was a subtle change, one a normal person might not even notice, but to me, who had been constantly checking, it was a great improvement.

Instead, I make a detour to the bar, grab a beer from the fridge, and walk out onto the porch. The night is perfect. Cool. Werewolves run hot, our average body temperature at least two degrees higher than a human’s, and most of us enjoy cooler days. I open the beer and drink half of it in one go before sitting down, trying to still my mind. It’s no use running in circles with all the ‘now whats’ and ‘what ifs’. I need information first, as much as possible, then we can start working things out.

His skin is burning up quickly, and I don’t know what to do to soothe his pain. I spring into action and go back to the bathroom and fetch a towel. Opening the tap, I soak the cloth to use as a compress to bring down the fever. The most common method is to apply wet compresses to the forehead or back of the neck. It's something my mom used to do before I got my wolves: soak a towel or compress with plenty of warm water. Wring it out to remove excess water and repeat the process until the body temperature acclimatizes.

And cooler. By the time he let her go, which was just minutes apart, he was back to his normal body temperature of 36 degrees Celsius.

My thighs clenched together, seeking friction, relief, anything, and I felt the moment all three of them locked onto the movement. The temperature in the room spiked. "We can't—" Caden started. "I know." Ryker's hands were shaking now, his legendary control completely shattered. He looked at me like I was torturing him just by existing. "But if we don't do something, this is going to kill her." "Heat can't kill—" "Artificial heat can." Aiden pushed back into the room despite the command, his healer instincts apparently overriding everything else. "If this was chemically induced, her body doesn't know how to regulate it. The fever will keep spiking until—"

While he still had no idea what it was, he’d figure everything out in due time… Zivon’s train of thought was cut short when Zayne suddenly yelled, “Z-Zivon! Things don’t look good…!” “What’s wrong?” “Well… Though I’ve given her the best antipyretic medication I have as well as a fluid infusion, her body temperature hasn’t gone down! In fact, it’s increased by zero point one degrees! I… I’ve never encountered such a situation before!” exclaimed Zayne with a frown as he stared at the thermometer in his hand.

In the meantime, Joyce gasped, unable to stand the heat. "I'm not lying; I took them there." Joyce continued to reassure. Joyce's shortness of breath indicated that she was frail and might faint soon. In contrast, Cheyne looked normal. His body temperature can adjust to quite extreme hot temperatures. As one of the rouge, Cheyne has another ability: quickly adapting to extreme weather and temperatures.

Louis heard that he also felt very happy, his eyes when thinking of Phoebe softened a lot: "Yes, the feeling of Phoebe biting is very stimulating." Harvey didn't understand what the hell Boss was thinking, although Vampires won't die if they don't intend to kill people, Vampire's body temperature is completely different from that of human, Vampire's body temperature is quite cold. That makes them comfortable in hot weather, but in winter it's the opposite, which is why in winter times like now the Foundation base is remarkably safe.