Ice Cold Heart Novels & Stories

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 Stepping into the Northern Ice-Heart was like entering a cathedral built of silence and frost. The meeting place was the base of a colossal glacier, its walls shimmering with crystallized light. The air was unnervingly cold, and the dominant elemental presence was a crushing, immense volume of Ice a power so dense it muffled sound and stole light. The Elder Clans delegation waited for us. They were elemental forces embodied ancient, unmoving, and utterly cold. Elder Lyra stood at the front, flanked by six of her most powerful Ice elementalists, their cores radiating a challenge designed to freeze us at the genetic level.

"This is not just weather. This is the Frost of the Ancients. You are the iron, and this mountain is the water. You must let the cold inside. Do not fight it. If you fight the frost, the fire will consume your bones." I grit my teeth. The pain was unbearable. It felt like my blood was boiling. I thought of the cellar again. I thought of the days I spent shivering in the dark, wishing for a blanket. I had spent my entire life hating the cold. Cold meant loneliness. Cold meant the Council’s dungeon. "I cannot," I choked out. "The cold kills." "The cold preserves!" the Ancient roared. "Open your soul to the ice, Sera! Or you will burn to ash right here, and Morvanna will win!"

I kissed her neck passionately, not leaving even an inch free from my touch. I gripped her ass as I thrust my dick into her, ready to go once again. Tonight, neither of us were going to sleep. "You really are perfection…" She whispered before kissing me passionately. No, she was perfection. She was the one who fixed me when I was fucking broken. She was the one who had thawed my fucking heart of ice. She was what was missing for all of my fucking life. The light, the air, the very lifeline I needed to survive and to escape the darkness that had once drowned me.

It is soon deleted, and nothing more appears, as I give up sending another message. I feel horribly cold, and I get up to close the window. I feel my body vibrate with the beat of my heart, maybe I even feel dizzy. But as soon as I hold the window flaps, I furrow my eyebrows when I notice a hooded person — nothing like the organization's soldiers — down there, looking at the window where I am.

He’s never really met me before. The drive to my office is boring, and my mind keeps being tormented by Vivian’s words. “Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” You may say I am made of ice, but I prefer the term I am made of stone. After all, Ice melts. And I don’t think I will ever be capable of loving someone. I think there’s something broken in me.

He asked, looking at Clark's lifeless body. "Burn the bastard, together with his traitors", he ordered and threw his heart to his body. He was cold as ice because that was the thing he was known for. His ruthless. He would never get that far if that wasn't part of his way of fighting, and ruling. Inside, he had a good heart that beat for one woman only, but it was too deep somewhere to be seen. If he wanted to keep her, he needed to melt that icy heart of his, otherwise, things wouldn't be good, for either of them.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Winnie covered her face and asked in agony, "Do you hate me so much? You... you wouldn't even leave me a single word." Just then, the assistant came running in again. "Ms. Lowe, we have an issue! The police are here. They want to investigate you for stealing a donor heart and wasting resources. And... a passing car recorded Mr. Morgan's death... Now, the netizens are cursing us." Winnie was quiet, feeling only a slight sense of dizziness while her ears buzzed. Her heart ached intensely just as Klose’s once had. She clutched her chest tightly, and then she passed out after a moment of dizziness.

She does not pull away. I stand on the sidewalk half a block away and watch his fingers close over hers. Watch her let them. There is a specific kind of cold that has nothing to do with temperature. I know this. I have catalogued it before, filed it away in the same mental space where I keep other unwanted recognitions. I have encountered it before, in contexts that had nothing to do with a figure skater from Atlanta who hides her medals under her bed and flinches at rink noise and stood in a tunnel entrance tonight unable to make herself step onto ice. Unable to do the thing that once defined her.

Arham was drinking while Alya ' s word is playing in his mind .Her every words is piching his heart .He is heart broken ,the girl who love from the childhood ,do not love her .Love is far she even did not think him as her cousin .He chuckled thinking she think him as a gangster or her body guard.He gulp the glass of alcohol angrily .