Novel & Cerita Graphic Novel The Coldest City

“Come one love! Just live a little, will you? Bran is okay with Shone and Sylvia. Besides, he's now a big boy and now he doesn't cry anyhow. I nod in understanding. I'm sleepy and I know Bran will be well taken care of, even if I sleep for three hours. He's not hungry since I've already fed him. I call Sylvia to inform her that I'm going to take a nap and that they should take care of my baby. They both assure me that he'll be okay and I walk up the stairs with Jeff in hot pursuit. Once in the bedroom, I slump on the bed and pull the quilt over. Despite it being day time, it's winter over here and it's extremely cold. All I need is to stay warm. My husband does the same and hurdles himself c

The underground corridor stretched ahead as both men began walking side by side while their footsteps echoed softly through the hall. Behind them Mufasa remained standing near the doorway, silently watching them leave. “Let's go Diego” THE CASINO Snow fell heavily over the frozen streets of Vladivostok with cars and people moving to and fro different destinations. The city looked almost lifeless beneath the harsh Russian winter, yet beneath that blanket of snow, life continued relentlessly. White flakes drifted endlessly from the dark heavens above, covering roads, rooftops, vehicles, and sidewalks in thick layers of frost. The cold wind howled through the streets like a wounded beast, rattl

Gina was shown love by her parents more than ever. And Rex couldn't be more happier knowing Bonnie. It was a very cold night, it had rained that evening which made everywhere cold and cool. Bonnie particularly had been complaining about the weather and how she would love nothing else than to cuddle Rex. That would have been easy but Rex had been trying his possible best to abstain from s3x. He dosen't want the same mistakes to happen so, giving excuses like am busy with work always hindrance them whenever they almost get close.

And she would give it to him—in the coldest, most brutal way possible. She closed the door and walked back to the command center, her footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. The monitors showed the city in thermal imaging, the heat signatures of the remaining survivors flickering like dying embers against the frozen backdrop. There were fewer of them now, the cold and the black hail claiming their victims with ruthless efficiency. The streets were littered with abandoned cars, their engines frozen solid, their drivers long since dead or fled. The buildings were dark and silent, their windows shattered by the hail, their interiors exposed to the killing cold.

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.

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.

The morning after the gallery’s winter showcase dawned gray and heavy, as if the city itself had decided to drape a veil of silence across its skyline. Snow had fallen again overnight, layering the streets with a deceptive calm, disguising the chaos beneath. Liam stood by his apartment window, watching the city wake up beneath flurries of white, the soft light brushing against his face as though it wanted to comfort him. But there was no real comfort to be found—not when the silence in his chest screamed louder than any storm.

"Couldn't handle the wolfsbane. Bit her own tongue off in the end." I knelt before her corpse, but I couldn't even feel hatred. She was dead, but what did it matter? Harper wouldn't come back to me. Nothing I had lost would be returned. I had absolutely nothing left. That night, I lay in an abandoned factory on the edge of the city. The wind howled through the broken walls. I was freezing. My human body couldn't handle the cold. I probably wouldn't survive the winter. But I didn't want to die.

ANTHONY’S POV FIVE YEARS LATER The cold used to feel sharp. Now it just sank into me. It didn’t matter how many layers I wore, or how many hot showers I took afterward—it lived under my skin, in my bones. Winters in this city didn’t scream. There was no heavy snowfall, no harsh winds, nothing noticeable. But five minutes later, you’d find yourself sinking deeper or feeling greyer somehow. Everything was dragged down. The sky hung low like concrete, and the snow came down in sluggish waves, as if even it couldn’t be bothered anymore.

I only caught a few smiles and welcoming nods from Hannah, Joel and a few of my close neighbors, who once loved my family. "Hi, I'm Ellie Davidson and I'm sure you are all aware of where I have spent the last year and why. I know that every person here has the same doubts and beliefs on what what we always referred to as 'the cold ones'. I too used to think the very same and I'll be very honest with you, that for the first few weeks I spent at their home, I was convinced my life was going to end very soon. I spent most nights and days truly believing that they were going to kill me, I was sure it was going to be slow and painful. I was terrified! And now I look back on those times and I stil