Cold Heart Book Novels & Stories

"This is not just weather. This is the Frost of the Ancients. You are the iron, and this mountain is the water. You must let the cold inside. Do not fight it. If you fight the frost, the fire will consume your bones." I grit my teeth. The pain was unbearable. It felt like my blood was boiling. I thought of the cellar again. I thought of the days I spent shivering in the dark, wishing for a blanket. I had spent my entire life hating the cold. Cold meant loneliness. Cold meant the Council’s dungeon. "I cannot," I choked out. "The cold kills." "The cold preserves!" the Ancient roared. "Open your soul to the ice, Sera! Or you will burn to ash right here, and Morvanna will win!"

I thought I was safe. ​But deep down, past the daydreaming and the artificial calm, I finally felt the shift. ​A coldness spread through my veins like ice water, replacing the warmth of my blood. It was waiting. It was patient. ​It was a hunger I didn't have a name for yet—a part of my soul that had been dormant for ten years and was finally, violently, waking up. ​The air in the room felt different now. The shadows in the corner seemed to stretch toward the bed, reaching for me like old friends.

Ignis said. "Let them," I replied. "We'll be ready." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. Micah and Cinder retrieved the Heart of Winter. Cinder nearly froze. She'll recover. The Frostfang are coming. We have what they want. We have what they need. The Heart is not a weapon. It's a symbol. Ice can freeze. But it can also preserve. Maybe the Frostfang don't need to burn or freeze. Maybe they need to thaw.

Now all I saw was a pathetic man drowning in his own ego. He never understood me, or maybe he never even tried to. Kian thought I couldn’t live without him. He never realized that leaving him was the first time I’d truly been able to breathe. I replied to Harper with a rolling eyes emoji and typed, "He can continue being delusional." Over the following weeks, I threw myself completely into photography work and my new life. The scenery in Vaelith was beautiful. I wandered through the city with my camera, photographing rain-soaked streets, elderly men feeding pigeons, and couples kissing beneath glowing streetlights.

ELENA’S POV The heavy, leather-bound book Kaelen pressed into my open palm felt cold, its edges metallic and heavily rimed with the ancient, sulfurous frost of the tomb. "I don't need a dead queen's memories to tell me who my executioner is, Kaelen," I rasped, my voice a low shiver that cut through the ink-black stillness of the collapsed vault. My right hand remained buried deep in my jacket pocket, my fingers clutched around the pouch of Starlight Quicksilver, its liquid heat the only thing keeping the air inside this stone tomb from freezing my blood completely.

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Her skin is cold—way too cold, like snow that refuses to melt. I close my eyes. I summon warmth. It stirs slowly from deep within me—a river that seems to have forgotten how to flow, sluggish and hesitant. I push it into my palms, through my fingers, into her chest. Her heart stutters beneath my hands. Weak. Irregular. I push harder. The warmth spreads through her ribs, her lungs, her veins. I’m searching for something—a break, a wound, a spot where her body has lost the ability to heal. But there’s nothing, just a vast, dreadful emptiness where her life should be.

She seemed flustered, but she remained proud as she declared, "Noelle, how dare you hit me! I will never let you get away with this!" Smiling, I knelt beside her. "Very well. Don't accuse me of picking on you—call whoever you want, I'll be waiting right here. I'm eager to see how you'll get back at me!" Irina shot me a ferocious glare. Struggling to get back on her feet, she made a call. "Hey, look into someone for me. I want to kill her with my own hands! Her name's Noelle Sawyer, a black wolf… What do you mean you found nothing, you piece of trash?"

It serves as a silent reminder of human presence amidst the desolation. In this freezing room, time seems to stand still. The brittle, icy air clings to every surface, serving as a constant reminder of abandonment. It is a place where darkness, dirt, and bitter cold intertwine, creating an aura of melancholy and neglect that leaves a lasting impression on anyone who dares to venture within its chilling confines. Lisa shivered as the cold air bites through her skin. One of the guards immediately turned on the singular light bulb and then Lisa looked around once more. The light itself wasn't able to chase the darkness completely which seemed pretty useless.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.