Cold Chord Novels & Stories

Callahan’s nod that meant nothing and somehow everything and kept walking. I watched him go for exactly one second before I looked away. "What now?” "I wasn't going to say anything," Chloe said. "Good." "I was just going to say that your entire face went red." "It's the cold." "Mhm." "It's the cold, Chloe." "Absolutely. The cold. Yes." I picked up my sledge and walked. **** By eight o'clock, Chloe's room had become a disaster zone.

I felt like I was being slowly encased in a shroud of ice, my breath visible in the chill air as I struggled to comprehend the source of this creeping, deadly cold. The cold was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that crushed the air from my lungs. It seeped into my very being, insidious and relentless, like a winter's chill that refused to thaw. My bones ached with a dull, numbing pain, as if the cold had taken up residence within my marrow, refusing to be dislodged.

“M-mom?” Her mother tilted her head. She was still turning when everything went black. Yet Emma’s other senses somehow remained awake. Remembering. Cold washed over her like a wave of liquid nitrogen, ebbing and flowing like the tide with each creak upon the floorboards. She felt her cheek freeze to the wood beneath it. Felt the air slithering over her body with the touch of a thousand forgotten winters. The cold coated her lungs more with each breath, threatening to give the organs freezer burn by the time the footfalls finally stopped.

She was listening seriously and with full concentration in order not to miss out any words. When Darryl was done speaking, he smiled gently and said, “Of course, to produce the Chilly Marrow Pill, requires the complete opposite type of heat as compared to the Yang Pill. It requires a cold fire to do the job. Just like how it sounds, a cold fires’ temperature is extremely low, like ice. It’s difficult to control. If you wish to set a cold fire, you will need white shells, deep damped woods…” When she heard that, Snowy clapped her hands and said, “We have white shells and deep damped woods here!”

“Are you alright?” Kota clenched his fists, which were feeling frozen and so chapped that it was painful. He let out a sudden exhale of discomfort and tried to straighten himself up. “Never been better. Let’s just keep going.” As the day wore on, the two eventually stopped to take a short rest under the shade of a tall spruce tree. They sat themselves against the trunk and Alex breathed into his hands to warm them up as best he could, but to no avail. The whole environment was overshadowed by a kind of cold Alex had never experienced before. Nothing about it felt right or natural. It was not just the air or river water that appeared frozen to him, but rather everything around him felt so dev

He resurfaced a few seconds later with an awkward grunting noise. “She was not joking. But- it feels nice to be able to wash up- Even if it’s freezing cold.” Conor replied as his teeth chattered. I handed him the soap and stepped a bit further into the cold water. “Once you get used to the cold, it’s not that bad.”

The outside temperature is less than 4 degrees, and soon the temperature in elevator dropped to that level. Chloe is wearing only his shirt, and she could feel the coldness. Slowly she began to shiver. Nero noticed it. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and removed it. He wrapped it tightly around her. Chloe looked at him with gratitude. But now his torso is exposed to the harsh cold weather. "You should wear your jacket. It's too cold" she whispered, looking at his naked torso. His muscular torso is on full display and his arm muscles which are usually hidden underneath his suit, is now open for her to see.

she began, "the element of cold means water. Specifically, we have to drink from the water of this spring." Adea glanced at the flowing spring beside her. The water's silvery surface glistened as it reflected the light of the moon and the stars. She dipped her hand in the water, shivering as it felt incredibly cold to the touch. Still, it filled her with a sense of peace and security, as if even the water was trying to tell her that everything was going to be alright.

"A coordinated physical blockade. But that doesn't explain the catastrophic temperature drop. The Citadel is heavily insulated. This isn't a natural weather pattern." "Because it’s not weather," Xander said, his voice dropping to a lethal, icy whisper. "It’s The Great Frost." I frowned, my brain instantly trying to parse the variable. "An archaic magical weapon?" "An environment-override protocol," Xander corrected, his eyes fixed on the map. "It’s a banned, localized curse that forcibly drains all thermal energy within a hundred-mile radius. It artificially induces absolute zero. We aren't just snowed in, Sereia. We’re trapped inside a rapidly cooling liquid-nitrogen tank."

I had my mouth open to breathe. The temperature in this freezer feels like it has been decreasing. I'm no longer mobilized. My whole body is like those dolls with creepy looks with glass ball eyes just staring at you. The cold inside is like tiny feet of frost imps marching down your arm. Cold is like little teeth nibbling on your fingers. Cold is like a drip of freezing water running down your back, jangling your nerves, and setting your teeth on edge. Every inch of my body, inside my muscles and bones, is rock solid.