Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

Everything about him is dark. Dark mind. Dark heart. Dark soul. Being hated by Him is dangerous. But being wanted by Him is lethal. Get ready for a wild ride.

In an instant, I was enveloped by The Darkness. I felt myself being lifted off the ground, suspended midair, as a swirling vortex of dark smoke encircled me. The Darkness wrapped around me like a shroud, its icy warmth seeping into my very being, threatening to consume me whole. I closed my eyes and took in every ounce of the icy warmth, feeling it remove any remnant of the void I had once felt. This time the icy warmth didn't dissipate leaving me gasping for air. No, this time it felt permanent.

" I froze where I stood, the blood in my veins turning to ice. Then, Caden’s voice broke the silence, sounding hoarse and drained, yet with a clarity that was chilling. "Okay." A single word. That solitary response was enough to pierce my heart like a blade of frost. Nevertheless, it pierced straight through my heart like a blade of ice. I stood there completely numb. So this was the truth. The solidarity Caden had displayed earlier, and my own proud defense of my status as his wife were nothing more than illusions. He wasn't protecting our relationship. He was negotiating a transaction by using money to purchase my peace.

I couldn't feel sadness or heartbreak. The only thing that gave me any relief was hurting myself. Watching blood flow out of my body was the only way I could catch a breath in the suffocating darkness. I clenched my fists and smiled in a considerate way. "You're overthinking it. I really don't feel well. Everything that happened before is in the past. Let's stop talking about it." Yvonne froze. A flicker of guilt appeared in her eyes. "Really?" After several seconds of silence, she said solemnly, "Then get some rest. If you really feel unwell, you should go to the hospital."

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) The cold was absolute. It wasn't the cold of the Frozen Wastes; it was the cold of a world where the sun had never existed. Sofia reached out her crystalline hand, her fingers trembling as they neared the cage of the Dark Heartstone. She could feel her own Heartstone screaming in protest, a violent, rhythmic thumping that threatened to burst her chest open. "You were always the missing piece, Sofia," the Queen’s voice echoed through the chamber, coming from every pod and every cable at once. "The light cannot exist without the shadow. My dark heart was hungry, and I have waited so long for you to feed it."

Beatrice’s thoughts had been suffocated by the intense fury coursing through it, blinding rational thought, and poisoning reason. The Dark Heart, The Darkness, the thing that consumed and was itself consumed. The town known as Dorsal Finn had been there, making a play. The time was here but conditions were not quite right. The meddling of others had hampered the climate so painstakingly created to bring this girl to this point in time. In that instant Beatrice could feel it, it ran through her like slippery grease, making her entire body crawl with its malevolence. The Darkness was old, and it was adaptable.

She was busy trying not to shake that much from the cold, but it was becoming harder as the film became more attached to her skin. Wrinkling his nose, Dark made his way to her, looking like a savage lion ready to pounce its prey. Zephaniah moved back as he drew nearer, gulping when she hit the flat surface of the mirror. She closed her eyes as Dark raised his hands, her heart beating so fast she’s afraid it might explode. A warm sensation poked her wrist and the cold was washed away.

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

I tried to get into Star’s mind but the only thing I could read was his anger for me. I averted my eyes then took a deep breath, 'Zero, help me.' Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I was stunned when I saw that Shadow, Cloud and Ice were carrying Dark, anger immediately flowed into my heart when I saw his condition. Who did this to him? A broken heart is all that's left I'm still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple of pieces when