Fanfic Trails Of Cold Steel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

GIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the journal felt warm beneath my fingertips, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the vault door I was about to close. Tristan’s handwriting, neat and precise, filled its pages. Pages detailing moments I scarcely remembered noticing, moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and quiet understanding. Moments that, strung together, painted a picture of something…tender. Something I didn’t think I was capable of inspiring, let alone experiencing.

Cassian tries to rise. Tristan doesn’t let him. One final blow swift, merciless, absolute. Cassian Vire doesn’t get back up. The Iron Fang breaks. The remaining mercenaries scatter or fall beneath Razorback bullets and pack claws. Fire consumes the compound, smoke curling into the night sky like a funeral shroud. When it’s over, Tristan comes back to me. His hands tremble as he cups my face, thumbs brushing tears I didn’t realize were falling. “I should’ve marked you years ago,” he says hoarsely.

"I just lost my daughter to my sworn enemy. What do you think would happen to her in the Silver Moon Pack? Do you think they would be receptive to her?" "She denied you," Freya shrugged. "She said you were not her father. An enemy of Demontes is a friend of the Silver Moon Pack. She would have no problem with the people there, trust me." "I'm done trusting you, Freya," I muttered under my breath. "All you have done is make promises. You have been unable to keep any single one of them and you say I should trust you?" Freya sighed and shifted away from me. I knew my words had gotten to her but I didn't care. The only thing in my mind at the moment was how I had lost my daughter to the bastard,

"Silk is love. The steel is what the fire made us. You can't have one without the other. Not really. Not for keeps." They sat like that, wrapped in the blanket and the silence of the storm-passed city, holding the history and the future between them. The album on the rug was a closed book. The story wasn't in there anymore. It was in the steady beat of their hearts, in the shared warmth, in the quiet understanding that every scar, every memory of fear, every ghost of a betrayal, was not a wound, but a stitch in the tapestry of what they had built together. They had looked back, not with regret or even triumph, but with a quiet, profound gratitude for the forge. They had walked through fire,

He was lucky I didn't have anything on me at that moment or I would have thrown it at his face. Shaking my head, I resumed walking up the stairs and went into my room. Just as Duke had said, I took a quick cold shower. Only being around Eliana was intoxicating so having her wrap her legs around me after several weeks, if not more than a month of no contact, I was aroused at the slightest touch. If only she knew what she did to me.

I mean not as the she wolf warrior of the pack, but the part where she gets inside my pants. My affair with her started when her mate died from the battle we had with the rogues. But it ended as quickly as how it begun. She knew the score between us from the start, I will never claim her to be my mate no matter how good of a warrior she is. Or how she sleeps in my bed whenever we get the chance. She knew my senses for a possible mate is blocked, and one thing I only liked about her is, she would never defy my orders and she continued to be a good warrior of the Cold Mountain pack.

“Just stay back her and keep that fool busy, okay?” I nod in understanding. All I want is my boy to come back to me safely and in one piece! After wearing his shoes, he picks his phone and exits the bedroom and I hear his footsteps as he runs down the stairs. I hope and pray their hunt will be successful and they'll rescue Shone unhurt and without a scratch! When Jeff leaves, I call Frank and inform him that Jeff has said he has garnered enough money and he is about to make the transfers. I inform him that he'll get the money in bits because we can't transfer it all and the stupid guy falls directly into my trap.

Serena said. Rayhan and Raven nodded whilst I stayed silent, unable to forget Alejandro’s reaction to Carmen. Was it wrong to feel all fluttery over it? I didn’t need someone to defend me but when he had… it made my heart feel things it never had before… ----- It was a while later and we were strolling through the pack grounds. The two warriors my Dad had sent, Harry and Greg, were following behind us silently. This pack was definitely different from the usual pack standards. There was indeed a lack of children and the elderly.

I kept walking, not even glancing back as she ran after me in tears. However, the bustling streets stood between us, and she could never get close again. Frank's gravestone lay in the countryside, where he once spent his happiest days. That was where he wanted to rest. I took the peace amulet that Frank used to wear and tucked it into my bag. As I got on the plane, I held onto the amulet tightly and drifted off to sleep. Frank was in my dream, just as I remembered him, with a smile on his face. He said, "Dad, thank you."