Cold Bl Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't have much choice now. The massive building towered above her, oddly welcoming with its wood-clad exterior and enormous glass windows. A puff of smoke trailed out of the chimney in the centre of the roof, the sweet smell of burning wood filling her nose. She knew the unassuming cabin look was backed up with state-of-the-art protection, including steel shutters and alarms in case of attack from a rival pack. Honestly, the chances of that happening in a place like Bridgewater was pretty much zero, but it was still an excellent deterrent.

"You're ugly and sick!" He smiled. "I know." He brought his the gun, even harder this time. ~~~~~ The night was cold, it was going to rain. Every once in a while, the flashing light would zigzag across the sky, followed by the roar of a thunder. Hurried steps could be heard in the silent night and the only other sound was a barking dog nearby. Amanda couldn't breathe, she tried as she ran but couldn't, it felt like her lungs and shrunk into a tiny string, all that clouded her mind was Alex and not even the huge man chasing after her.

But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror. My grip tightened on the fabric until my knuckles turned white. What if Nathan posted it tonight while I was asleep? What if Michael saw it? The captain already looked like he wanted to murder me just for spilling coffee on him. If he found out I had been secretly sniffing his clothes like a total freak, he would make my life a living hell. The casual bullying from Nathan was one thing, but Michael was a completely different beast, he is a force of nature that could crush me without a second thought.

I ask in a demanding tone. "No Alpha. They were all sleeping then out of nowhere they start howling in pain and writhing on the floor." the warrior reported quickly back to me. The howls began to stop and the dungeon grew quiet. I opened the cell I was looking into. I checked for a pulse, but there was none. Strangely their bodies were ice-cold like they have been dead for a week. They just died so they should still be quite warm. Werewolves are naturally hotter than humans. So, why are they so cold?

November's Point of View When my Iris woke up, she tried hard to stand up despite failing. She growls furiously in my mind and sends blue fire running through my skin where it touches the chains. I feel it warm the metal momentarily before it becomes cold again. Cold Iron was also created to stay a cold temperature, it is nearly impossible to heat past -15 degrees C. I have no idea how it was ever created to be that way, but I do know that this entire room is made of it.

After Christmas, the cold in blue city increased bit by bit. Blue city is situated in the north, it snows in winter and the street is not difficult to freeze. Fiber glass windows are covered with layers of glaze and snow, saturating with faint neon lights, which looks especially beguiling. The colder the climate, the colder the heart will be. Jared took a gander at the data that was sent over, and a slim circular segment was drawn on the edge of his mouth.

I laugh as I speak. “My core temperature is dropping rapidly. We need to get inside.” He is right, shifting in this freezing cold and having fought with Alexei will cause all sorts of reactions to his body. I know he will be bruised and the bites from Alexie will be evident on his body. God, I hope he doesn’t get an infection. Lastly, he slips on some socks and his black Timberland boots and walks towards me. He takes my hand in his large hand and I can feel the cold of his fingertips. Blake whistles at his Omegas for them to follow us back.

Blaise was holding a big mug, there was no steam wisping out from within so whatever he was drinking was cold. “Blaise! Geez, you scared me.” Caitlynn leaned against the fridge, closing it as she held a hand to her racing heart. “No I didn’t, you’re just pathetically good at scaring.” He deadpanned; tilting is cup around so the contents of it swirl around. “It’s in the middle of the night and besides I wasn’t constipating.” Caitlynn said defensively. “Sure thing, Nerd.” Blaise took a sip and Caitlynn froze. It was red, whatever it was inside the cup; it was red.

I gripped the hilt of my blade harder and hold on like my life depended on it. Usually, the hellblade felt like an extension of my rage and gave me warmth, but now, I reached for something else. I reached for the cold void I had felt when I learned the truth about my mothers death. “Frost Bite!” I yelled. The red glow of the hellblade didn’t vanish, but it was suddenly encased in a layer of jagged, blue-white frost. The temperature in my immediate circle plummeted. My breath hitched as the cold bit into my hands, turning my fingers blue.