Cold Chord Novels & Stories

A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses. The fog kept growing and swirling until it became a snow storm. At first, the snow came down gently, but as the wind picked up speed, so did the snow. Soon, it was a full on snow storm outside, with ice and snow falling from the sky, leaving an inch of snow on the ground in barely over a minute. The wolves fought in the snow and ice, white snow became red as they swiped and clawed, barely noticing the storm raging outside.

year and he still is cruel and cold to me as if I ran over his pet hamster or something. It wasn't until just last month though that he started to make sexual comments towards me about my appearance and how I dress. Shade Andrews is about 6 foot 4 while I stand at a 5 foot 7 small frame. He has longish black hair and bright blue eyes with snake bite piercings and tattoos that cover his arms and chest, he is toned and muscular as the future alpha should be and scares more then half of the men in the pack. While myself have long black hair that reaches my waist and hazel grey eyes, my nose is pierced and so is my lip, for me being short I'm fit and have a small waist and according to my frien

Thus , he could only grit his teeth and continue the farce . " This magic is called ' the dance of eternal ice ' " said Chelsea with a smile that didn't reached her eyes " if the sword touched even a hair of your body , your entire being will freeze into an ice statue and will crumble into pieces , there will be no blood , no gruesome screaming and you will vanish from the face of the earth in a puddle of water " " What - you are lying ! How can there -"

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

He had experienced something comparable to this before. Something then slipped into his mind… Rime. "Shit! That sly bastard placed a rime spell on this building." Forsyth growled. "R-rime spell?" "It's a spell that makes everything cold and icy. Even clothes." He explained. "T-then, will I be- become icy as well?" The chill appeared to be intensifying by the second. Even the shirt on her wasn't helping. After a few seconds, Forsyth responded with reluctance. "Yes. T-The spell works on the flesh mostly."

They found Chloe slumped against the edge of the tub, drifting in and out of a drunken sleep, her clothes still clinging to her body, soaked and cold. The Butler’s heart sank with worry. Chloe had only just recovered from a severe illness; the dampness and the alcohol were already a dangerous combination. But Xavier’s order was absolute: she was to be moved to the Estate’s Cold Cellar—the "dungeon" used for disciplining those who crossed the Graysons. The cellar was notorious for its biting, subterranean chill. For a woman’s body, such cold was a poison that could leave permanent damage, making it nearly impossible to conceive in the future.

Her eyes must have played a trick on her just now! “What’s the matter?” Marcus asked again patiently, his tone gentler than earlier. Cordelia cracked a smile and interlaced their fingers. How cold her fingers felt could not help but worry Marcus. “Where did you go so early in the morning? This area is all mountain and sea. It’s windy. The weather in Centrolis is also cold in the morning and night, only warmer during noon. Did you catch a cold for going out wearing so little?” Marcus’ palm approached Cordelia’s forehead but was coquettishly yanked down by the latter.

Everything did, except his eyes. Jaded black and cold. Not cold like the snow storm in winter, whose origin coldness can be traced. This was stone cold, like the moon's surface. She could imagine it- rupturing people oxygen less. He was doing it to her. In response, an involuntary shiver raked her body. Mikhail mistook the reason to be the weather.

JULIAN The ambient temperature of the university ice rink was kept at a strict forty-two degrees, but as I stepped out of the tunnel at five in the morning, it wasn’t cold enough. I needed it colder. I needed the chill to sink through my thermal base layer, pierce my muscle tissue, and freeze the marrow in my bones. I needed it to extinguish the heat of Kael Sterling’s wet, gear-clad body pressing me into the shower tiles.

She clutched her stomach due to the sharp pain caused in her lower abdomen. Zared picked up the jug of water kept on her side on the table and poured it all on her head in one go. She gasped for air and swept her hair from her face and looked down at the water sliding down her, her body started shivering, even though it was sunny outside and no sign of even a cold breeze was present, she was shivering, out of the cold she felt, the fear she felt.