Cold Bl Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 72: White Vanguard The northern ridge was shrouded in a thick, unnatural fog that didn't smell of water or frost, but carried the faint, chemical scent of dry ice and pressurized nitrogen. Laila moved through the deep snow without a sound, her bare feet completely numb to the cold as the silver energy within her blood kept her core temperature at a steady, burning heat. She had changed into her dark leather hunting leathers, her silver blade held loosely in her right hand, its edge catching the faint light of the hidden moon.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“Misha, you my dear, want the steak fajita nachos rare with a frozen blue raspberry margarita.” “Oh, shit!” Ana exclaims. Misha blushes slightly, “You're right I do. But do you know why I want something frozen when it's twenty-five degrees Fahrenheit outside?” Oh, I will take this challenge! “Because when it's this cold out most people crave something warm to heat their insides. But you need something cold because your insides are already blazing,” I responded smirking, relishing my demonic nature. Ana gasps, “Oh my god!”

Blaze "It's too cold to get in that pool," Whitney and Trevor's mom, Mona, yells at Ryan as he dips his feet in the shallow end of the pool in their backyard. It's been hot all day, but as night falls this time of year, it usually gets cold. "He's gonna catch his death of cold," she mumbles as she watches him not heed her warning. "Whatever, it got up to ninety today and it's almost April. Hell," he takes a drink of the beer in his hand. "It's damn near summer."

He awkwardly smiled at the man, "Um...Hi, do you have alcohol?" "Huh? Coal? Why do you need coal, young man?" Neal waved his hand, "No..no, not coal. Alcohol, or Bandage?" "Huh? Bondage?" The man's face etched into confusion. Neal rolled his eyes. Is he deaf or something? "BANDAGE. DO YOU HAVE ANY MEDICAL KIT?" Neal yelled, a little frustrated now. "What's going on here?" Kaiden came to the kitchen. He was surprised to see Neal downstairs. He looked at blood on his finger.

The cold in this pristine white chamber wasn't just a rapid drop in temperature. It was an absolute, crushing physical weight. The liquid nitrogen hissed violently from hidden vents in the ceiling, pouring down on us like a thick, frosted waterfall. The freezing mist crawled up the flawless glass walls and settled heavily over our combat boots, turning the floor into a slick sheet of deadly ice.

They would drain their stamina and mana at a fast rate, allowing him to take the upper hand. In this world, mana reserve is king, whoever runs out of mana is the one who ends up dead. He used this to kill thousands of mages over the years, even some stronger than himself. Giving him the moniker Blazing Salesman. However, something was not right. The heat didn't affect this blue guy, in fact, he was releasing a white gas from his mouth that was giving off a biting cold. Beemo created liquid nitrogen inside his body and used it to keep his temperature down.

Crimson’s peeble eyes shining so bright as if he was waiting for that question,“That’s why Blackie is here! He is a strong fighter and able to freeze anyone who made him angry. He is so cool, isn't it? Oh, perhaps I should display the frozen people on lobby, so no one dared to disobey the rules? Hmm. What should I do?” Kaleela and Grant exchanged a glance and wondered if this place will be doing okay…

Beside her, Marcus carried a bundle of thermal-blankets—not the electrical kind that required a grid, but blankets woven with thin silver-threads that trapped the wearer’s own biological heat. ​"The medical tents are full, Alpha," Marcus reported, his breath misting in the sharp air. "It’s not the Blight this time. It’s 'Lung-Chill'. The Southerners aren't used to air this thin or this cold. Their bodies are trying to archive the heat instead of circulating it."