Fanfic Trails Of Cold Steel Novels & Stories

Liam in front, every line of his body screaming touch them and I end you. Ash Ridge peeled off at the treeline with nods and rumbling promises to “check in soon.” Frostfang flowed like ghosts back toward the north path, their Alpha calling sweetly over her shoulder, “Send word when your real Alpha’s on his feet. I want front-row seats for round two.” Hallowmere melted away into mist and long coats, already whispering among themselves. Ironclaw stayed clustered at Hollow Creek, fuming and humiliated and papering rage over panic. Gunner stood shaking with fury in the mud and watched Silverveil take back what he thought he’d stolen.

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

I stood side-by-side with Mara in the glittering northern daylight and heard the echo of three weeks’ worth of labor being officially catalogued, and in that moment — beneath my throbbing shoulder and the cold morning and the tension of the two days that were starting to release — I experienced the peculiar calm that follows closure. It was done. A thing or two that began on a rainy night on a country road and wound through woods and ridges and pack houses and storage units and Council chambers and a blood challenge ground to find its way here — to a Saturday morning in the north with frost on the ground and a woman beside me who’d held through all of it so that she could for others. “Ready?

I’d fallen right into her trap while she pretended to love me while scheming behind my back. Coincidentally though, she had delivered my prey into my eagerly waiting arms. I straightened, letting the anger simmer into something more calculating. “Trace every account and deposit. I want names and locations.” I stood over Adrian, my eyes fixed on the screen as his fingers flew across the keyboard. Every tap was a drumbeat of anticipation, and I could feel my pulse matching it. He grinned like dog on a bone and I allowed myself a small smirk, that didn’t reach my eyes. Letting him enjoy it, i waited to hear him speak.

" Veronica was having a hard time, so he helped her all the way to the bedroom. He talked a big game about focusing on our family, yet his body was completely enthralled by a younger, fresher piece of meat. At long last, I lifted my gaze to look at him. My eyes were as still as a lake, utterly calm and without the slightest ripple. "I know. I understand." He was driven mad by my calmness. He shot to his feet, only for his gaze to catch the large burn scars on my arm. "Vivian, was one scar not enough? Are you going to use even more injuries to tie me down?" "This won't happen again. I won't do anything so foolish anymore."

"I definitely hadn't slipped!" "Someone had pushed me!" My breathing hastened as I accepted the cold truth. "So to our bedtime stories" Emily grinned. "Ohh.. yeah" I stuttered. I walked into my room slowly. I'm scared. Those cold hands that gripped my neck.. "Oh no!" I swallowed, quickly sitting on my bed. Thinking of it alone made my knees weak. Someone is after me. That gunshot in the car too... It hadn't been for Damian, that gunshot had been meant for me.

Emma assured him even though she was not sure if what she was saying was true. Steve was distraught with pain and shock and she noticed with her wolf sight that his healing factor was not activated. His wounds were still open. "That is surprising, you are not healing," She frowned as she led him to the war room. "It is the cold, Emma, it is like there is something in the frost that's keeping my wounds open." Steve said. "He is using the Cold as his weapon, just like my father used the Dark as his," Emma whispered. "And he has more monster ice soldiers fighting for him," Steve said.

Rust crumbs fell onto the back of her hand, cold as the ice water that had drenched her knuckles every dawn in the laundry. She clamped the scalpel between her teeth. The metal was cold against her tongue—the same taste as biting down on a frozen zipper pull in the laundry, mornings when the cold had numbed her fingers past feeling. She hauled herself up, bracing against the inner walls of the shaft, inching forward on elbows and knees. Cain followed behind. His shoulders were too broad for the duct. Every foot of progress required him to twist sideways, the leather of his combat gear scraping against the metal with a fine, continuous rasp.

he said. As the raindrops began to fall, they gently caressed their skin, sending shivers down their spines. Julian and Tris stood there, frozen in time, their eyes locked on each other's. The rain intensified, drumming against their skin, but they didn't move. Julian was captivated by Tris's beauty, her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the rain. Her hair clung to her face, framing her features in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He felt like he was drowning in her gaze, unable to look away.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.