Cold Cold Bones Novelas e Histórias

I was too unpredictable to leash. I strode to the door, fingers brushing the cold handle. Diane's voice trailed behind me. “Careful out there, Kelly. The ghosts are waking up.” I didn’t respond. “You’re not shaken?” Diane called out behind me, amusement dripping in her voice. I smirked, not looking back. “Why would I be? The dead coming back to life isn’t exactly new.” I gripped the doorknob and pulled it open. And there he was. “Jayson,” I muttered.

*Pia pov* I looked at the clock infront of me to see that in few minutes the silence surrounding me is going to be stolen by my favorite people. So I released the sketches from my hand on the table after closing them with their respective caps and started cracking my knuckles. The Pop! Pop! Pop! Of each cracked knuckle is so sweetly satisfying to me. After releasing the stress from them I started jiggling my foot up and down. Feeling contended I stood from the chair where I have been sitting for three hours continuously.

The werewolves in the pack and outside wouldn't stop protesting for her to be killed, and she was already scared of losing her life. Her body feels numb as she tries to move from the spot. Her bones hurt badly, and her eyes feel so heavy. The threatening cold penetrates her bones and makes them tired and difficult to feel. She has been in here for weeks, taking in all of the colds, and she feels like she can't hold on anymore.

They are talking about me. I look down at my hand, imagining my flesh rotting, peeling away to reveal stark white bone. I shake my head, expelling the intrusive thought. "I would suggest not using words like that around her. Not right now," Roel mutters. The wall is cold against my back as I lean closer to the archway. I'm desperately trying to fight off the itching in my nose from the flowers that seem to be spawning everywhere around me. "It has to be magic," Crimson hisses.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

"Say it again. What bone did you say this is?" "It's human bone! I am positive it is human bone!" Felix shouted, struggling against the guards. He warned, "Mr. Lane, it is illegal to own human bones. Most people can't tell the difference, so I know you've definitely been deceived. The one who did this is malicious and despicable!" The banquet hall was filled with murmurs again as Evan stared down at the bracelet. His hand was trembling as he asked Cecilia in a barely audible voice, "Whose bone is this?"

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My bones ached with a dull, numbing pain, as if the cold had taken up residence within my marrow, refusing to be dislodged. The sensation was akin to frostbite, a creeping, tingling numbness that spread from my extremities, threatening to engulf my entire being. I felt like I was being slowly frozen from the inside out, my vital energies dwindling with each passing moment, as the cold wrapped its icy fingers around my heart. My gaze snapped towards Ramses and Rowen, and I was taken aback by the sight of them standing frozen, their eyes fixed on some point beyond my shoulder. The Risen, those relentless and fearless warriors, were backing away in terror, their eyes wide with a primal fear.

The cold stone pressed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire coursing through my bones. At first, it felt like pins and needles—annoying but manageable. Then, the pins turned into jagged knives, stabbing deeper and deeper. My entire skeleton seemed to be alive, cracking and shifting in ways that no human body should ever endure. I clenched my teeth, refusing to scream, but a low growl escaped my throat as every bone screamed in agony.