Into The Cold Novels & Stories

I stood there, feeling the cold of the night seep through my skin, freezing what was left of my heart. Sometime in the middle of the night, a fever took hold of my body. Eventually, I couldn't hold myself up any longer, and I collapsed onto the floor.

It is only a man without problems that sleeps at peace and Kamsi was not that man. She was not a woman who knew how to deal with pain. She burdened her heart with alot of thoughts and even when she sleeps, her thoughts follow her to the realms of dreams where they taunt her with even exaggerated versions. A cold war rose after the night Kamsi mentioned Ella's coming. She had been expecting it; Silence was Mark's own attack or rather response in situations like that. Not responding to her greetings, eating food she prepared without acknowledging her and suddenly becoming just a house mate to her.

Something colder. The door hissed open.

‘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.

her collar bone and she moans loudly which sounds like music to my ears and I taste her sweet blood as I let go I lick her mark sealing it watching as my mark appears on her neck a black wolf with a gold moon appears in the place of the bite and I smile as I start kissing down her body and she moans as her body is in full euphoria and I find myself between her thighs staring at her hot core and I begin to lick. She tried to crawl away as I devoured her finally after a whole damn year of waiting and she trembled running her hands through my hair as she cums and I smile and smirk as I lick my lips and I position myself between her legs and she blushes getting nervous as I pick her up and I tu

When I raised my face from the floor, I was once again alone in my room. Shaking my head to get rid of the crazy memory, I walked out of the bathroom. Staying in this room is definitely going to make me go crazy, so I picked up my sneakers, and entered the indoor gym. I climbed the tread mill and started off slow, but I wasn't feeling the pain, my muscles weren't aching just how I wanted them to. I increased it yet I wasn't feeling anything. I kept increasing it until all the muscles in my body became numb but I kept going, kept going until the treadmill began to slow down that when I noticed Baron in the room. I tried to step down from the treadmill but my muscles disagreed with me. I slump

It hit me before I could get out of the way. He grabbed Sheila and they bolted for the door. I chased after them, pain ripping through me, and then I was hit by something that made my insides turn to ice.

The freezing night air hit my face, and I dragged in a jagged breath, gripping the stone balustrade until my knuckles turned white. I closed my eyes, letting the bitter cold numb the chaos in my chest. But even out here in the dark, the memory of Kael’s fingers pressing into my skin burned like a brand.

I dip my hands on the water and sigh when the cold sets into my flesh. “Gezz that’s cold. Well, it’s as good as any.” I utter thinking of Lana magically making the water warm before. I slowly slide into the cold water then gasps when finally I am sitting on the tub wherein my body is fully inside the cold water. “I feel so tired lately. Not to mention... everything I have witness in Evetora is starting to get scary. Can I still take this? Or... shall I go back and face them... him?” I said as I wash myself with the water.

The cold is no longer just his. It’s changed. A new quality to it, a texture. It’s not the clean, empty cold of a ghost anymore. It’s a… sticky cold. A clinging, invasive chill that doesn’t just sit on my skin, it presses in. Like frost on a windowpane, but inside out.