Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

Cold water soaked her from head to toe. "Seriously?" she groaned. The luxury black car immediately stopped. The rear door opened. A tall man stepped out. Dark suit. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of man who looked like he owned the entire city. Walter Ford. Neither of them knew it yet. But this accident was about to change both of their lives forever. ------- Author's Note: Dear Reader, First of all, thank you for picking up this story. Whether you found it by chance or intentionally chose to read it, I'm truly grateful that you're here.

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 had resigned myself to a life of cold desolation, believing the capacity for feelings had been stripped from me long ago. I was a husk of a man, going through the motions of existence without truly living." His amber eyes burned with a molten intensity as they bored into hers. "But you...brave, stubborn, endlessly caring woman...you showed me that even the most frozen of hearts can thaw under the warmth of devotion. You awoke something within me, a fire I had thought was extinguished forever, making me thirst for you so desperately." Knox drew in another deep breath of her scent. “My thoughts toward you are very dark… I want to do real bad things to you whenever I look at you.”

" 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."

He drops his head the tiniest fraction and nudges her hand closer to my chest. I let her in. Light slams into the heart of the curse like lightning striking a frozen lake. For one heartbeat — one blinding, impossible heartbeat — the ice cracks all the way to the bottom. And then everything goes white.

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.