Into The Cold A Journey Of The Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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

she yelled his name in her mind. He was the only one to answer these numerous questions she had. Her mind finally succumbed to sleep. "Dex?!" she yelled his name trying to find him. It was too dark to see anything but she heard him weep, she found him sitting on the floor with the suitcase she had found but he was covered in blood and so was the suitcase. He stood up and began to walk closer to her but she stepped back, and the more she did the more he broke down and the more he faded from her eyes. When she could no longer see him, she wept and yelled his name but he never came back.

Kane straightened suddenly, the moment closing as quickly as it had opened. “Finish the project,” he said, his tone returning to its usual cold precision. And just like that, the wall was back. But Elena had seen what was behind it. Even if only for a second. As he left, Elena leaned back slightly in her chair, her thoughts sharper than ever. This was new. Not just the power. Not just the influence. But the glimpse. Of something real. Something hidden. Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

‘THEY’RE BREAKING IT NOW! The needle slides into the right side of my neck, the plunger depressing with agonising slowness. The sensation is immediate: liquid nitrogen injected directly into my veins, freezing everything it touches. I can feel it spreading, a horrific cold that burns worse than fire. It targets the invisible threads connecting me to Zane.

Chapter 25 – Death In Pink Selene’s POV My skin feels like it’s fighting a war with itself... feverish one second, glacial the next. A clammy sheen coats every inch of me, sticking the thin sheets to my skin. My breath comes in short, trembling bursts, and no matter how I shift, there’s no comfort. No relief. The cold from that damned pond hasn’t left me... not really. It didn’t just touch the surface of me that night. It invaded. It crawled in, coiled around my bones like frostbite made flesh, and made itself a part of me. The kind of cold that seeps so deep it becomes something spiritual... something punishing.

Every part of me recoils. Kael doesn’t give me a choice. He hauls the tether short again, and I’m yanked forward with a sob I bite down before it escapes. He guides me toward the threshold like a hound bringing in a wounded kill. My feet drag. One catches on something buried beneath the ice. A bone. Small. Human. Inside the ruin, the cold changes. It stops being weather. It becomes memory. Kael doesn’t hesitate. He drags me past the shattered hearth, then lets the tether go slack just long enough to shove me down into a crouch behind it.

"Let's go. I want to see what kind of thing has been hiding here all these years." Together, Aria, Landon, and Sam stepped into the Soul-Lock Grove. The layer of dead leaves beneath their feet was unnaturally thick. Each step sank softly, yet carried a bone-deep chill, like walking on ice. The moment they entered, a surge of cold washed over them—ten times harsher than at the outskirts. It wasn't a natural chill, but something far more insidious. It seeped straight into the soul and froze the veins from within.

“Thank you, Aurora. I know this isn’t the future you may have wanted, and I know you’re still uncertain about how things would pan out, but just know this, the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and if she has chosen you for Caleb, she had done so for a reason. And no matter what, you’ll always have me by your side.” Nodding, I gave her a small smile, even though my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Taking in a deep breath, I pushed the door open…and stepped right into Antarctica. Fuck! This place was freezing! I rubbed my hands together to warm them up as a shiver ran down my spine, and my breath actually fogged in front of my face as I breathed out. My teeth were starting to chatt

SELENA Cold. It wasn't the kind of cold you felt from winter air or an ice cube against your skin. It was the kind that seeps into your bones the kind that makes your soul shiver. I tried to move, to open my eyes, but it felt like I was floating in a void, swallowed by a darkness so thick it weighed down my thoughts. Open your eyes, Selena. Please… open your eyes. I said it over and over in my mind like a prayer, but nothing changed. My limbs were heavy, my voice lost somewhere inside me. And then I heard it footsteps. Soft. Measured. Getting closer. But I had no idea where I was.

“It’s feeding.” The Entrance They didn’t have to search. The path revealed itself. Ice shifted. Cracked. Opened. A descending corridor formed beneath their feet. An invitation. Or a trap. “Subtle,” Brody said. Jake stepped forward first. “Stay tight. No one splits.” Finn didn’t let go of his hand. The Descent The deeper they went the colder it became. But not physically. The cold pressed against their thoughts. Memories flickered distorted. Voices whispered just beyond understanding.