Cold Blooded And Bizarre Novels & Stories

Out past everything, stretching across the horizon of the frozen wasteland, was the apocalypse. The first-born didn’t move like soldiers. They slid forward like a silent, unnatural sickness. There were thousands. They looked humanoid, sure, but they were entirely corrupted by old ice. Their flesh was a translucent blue, and their eyes were empty pits filled with glowing white frost. No weapons at all, just those long, jagged, icy talons that felt wrong, like winter had grown teeth. They didn’t have body heat. They didn’t have heartbeats. Nothing human left in them, not really. And they were aiming straight for the badlands.

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?

The couple stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend the unbelievable turn of events. It wasn't until Felix approached them with the bowl and pointed to its contents that they understood. "This bug is the reason for your son's condition." Felix showed them the bowl. They looked down to see a white, worm-like creature in the bowl, resembling a dead earthworm, completely still. "This creature is extremely rare. It's called a Snowbug. I won't go into the details, but when it encounters a human, it will actively burrow into their body without leaving any wounds.

I worked. I buried myself in emails, proposals, schedules—anything to make the world feel normal again. I didn’t even notice how late it had gotten until my screen started to blur from the strain. I shut my laptop, stretched, and grabbed my phone. Just for distraction, I opened a random video and let it play. One clip led to another. And somehow, I found myself deep in a rabbit hole of cryptozoology videos, voiceovers, blurry woods. I watched a shaky documentary about how some werewolves weren’t bitten at all. Some were born into it. Some lived hidden lives in cities, hiding their senses, their strength. They could heal faster. See in the dark. Move without sound.

And inside every single one… was a creature. I stared, horrified, my eyes wide and burning. I stared, horrified, my eyes wide and burning. They looked like people, but not. They had human bodies, but their skin was wrong—scaly, or furred, or colored in strange grey and green shades. Some had animal heads—snouts, horns, ears, eyes that glowed in the dark liquid. Some had too many arms, or legs bent the wrong way, or twisted bodies that could never move properly. Some were small, like children, trapped inside those glass prisons.

The truth was out, and everyone came to reclaim their belongings. Seeing that things didn't look good for her, Natasha became agitated before fainting. Once she finally regained consciousness, she cried her heart out, saying she couldn't control herself. She also acted as if she wanted to jump off the building. Well, mental disorders could indeed affect a person's behavior, and kleptomania was an official mental disorder. In the end, Natasha was let off for her actions with a slap on the wrist. She merely received a stern talking-to and some additional counseling.

This is one of those bulbs that comes with a string that you have to pull on order to turn it on or off. This could be it. I stretch my hand up and then I pull the string, there's a loud groan and the back wall moves to the side to reveal the rest of the basement which I can only describe as a nightmare. There are about five cells and in each of them are the bodies of wolves still in their animal form. What the hell did they do to them? They didn't all die at the same time, I mean you can tell by the smell coming off them, some are like weeks old and the others just a few days old.

Chapter 84: The Old Sawmill Luca and Ethan crawled from the icy creek bed, slick with black mud that clung to every fibre of their clothing. The cold had been brutal, searing their lungs, but the sludge offered a brief shield against Maxwell’s thermal sensors. Ethan’s ribs throbbed with each laboured breath, yet the cold had muted the pain just enough for him to move. Their bodies shook violently, teeth chattering, limbs trembling as if their muscles themselves had forgotten how to obey.

The room is exceptionally cold even it was just the start of autumn, and will stay cold in every season. One have heard the tales of cold places being related with paranormal phenomenon, because it was true. Unlike some particles, Mana wave, especially a pure one, have a chill surge to the body and the denser they are, the colder the place should be, that's why cold places like north and south poles have many stories related to the spirits.

Today, they will know that ruthlessness was born the same day Lucien was given birth to! His blood is boiling! All the hairs on his body are standing on end and his fingers have lengthened past their original sizes. The beast in him seems to be rising. The fog is rising again. Lucien is exuding a cold aura. So cold that the room temperature plummets to a drastic -20°C beating the degrees of the coldest valley in the world, which is still at -62.7°C! The Coles can see their breaths freezing mid-air as they exhale and falling to the floor as dust.