Cold Cold Bones Novels & Stories

“Come one love! Just live a little, will you? Bran is okay with Shone and Sylvia. Besides, he's now a big boy and now he doesn't cry anyhow. I nod in understanding. I'm sleepy and I know Bran will be well taken care of, even if I sleep for three hours. He's not hungry since I've already fed him. I call Sylvia to inform her that I'm going to take a nap and that they should take care of my baby. They both assure me that he'll be okay and I walk up the stairs with Jeff in hot pursuit. Once in the bedroom, I slump on the bed and pull the quilt over. Despite it being day time, it's winter over here and it's extremely cold. All I need is to stay warm. My husband does the same and hurdles himself c

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

I hope I can protect her when the time comes. I hope she can resist Cassandra. Bones lay scattered across what was once a large reception area. Not human bones, though. Animals. Dogs, boars, and alligators. Large birds—herons or egrets, most likely. Curtis bent low to examine a particularly large skull. “These bones,” he said. “They all have marks on them. Teeth marks, but it doesn’t make sense.” He shifted the large skull to better see the marks. Large insects scurried in all directions, upset their home had been disturbed.

Thalen retorted crisply, marching straight up to the heavy wooden door and rapping three sharp, authoritative times against the iron plating with his knuckles. Inside, the skeletal metal wind-chimes clattered violently, a harsh, discordant jangle that sent a shiver straight down Zeyric’s spine. For a long, tense moment, nothing happened. The noxious smell of boiling sulfur and rancid animal fat drifted from a rusted ventilation grate near their feet. Then, the heavy oak door groaned inward on rusted hinges, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled overwhelmingly of dried nightshade, crushed beetles, and old copper.

I Died, Then I Woke Up The cold came first. Not the kind of cold you shake off with a blanket or a hot cup of tea. This was the kind that lived inside your bones, that turned your fingers into dead weight and your breath into something thin and useless. Claire Hayes pressed her back against the stone wall of the cell and listened to herself shiver. The TV bolted above the bars flickered blue. She hadn't asked for it to be on. Nobody had asked her what she wanted in three years.

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

The scout struggled for breath. "Nobody knows." Not a reassuring answer. "The ground is moving." Nobody liked that either. Lucien pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wonderful. Ancient monsters, magical crowns, and now moving mountains." "You're coping poorly," Cassian observed. "I'm coping exactly as expected." The argument ended abruptly. The Bone Crown suddenly burned. Not warmth. Not discomfort. Pain. White-hot pain. Lyra cried out. Her knees hit the snow. A scream tore through her skull.

Zyra POV Cold. That was the first thing my body understood. Not the room. Not the fear. Just the brutal, biting cold that had seeped so deep into my skin it felt like my bones were cracking from the inside. Ice pressed against me on my back, my arms, my legs every inch of exposed skin screaming in protest. My complexion had turned pale, almost lifeless, and my body shook uncontrollably. My teeth clashed together so hard I was sure they would break.

The phone rang then, and Ice handed it back to Scars who picked up right away, then put it on speaker. “Scars?” “Yeah. What the fuck did you do to them, man?” “I locked them in the Hellions warehouse where Viper and Preacher and their little lapdogs play cards,” Bones said. “Then I pumped in gallons of phosgene through the air vents.” “Of what?”

From inside, I could hear sickening sounds. "Come on. Tristan might be back soon, and my daughter's about to get out of school." "Alright, sweetheart. Call me 'hubby' so I can hear it." "Ugh, hubby~" My hands were fists so tight that my nails were cutting into my palms. After setting down my daughter's urn, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I kicked the bedroom door open and there they were, bare as the day they were born. "Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?"