Novel & Cerita Nothing Burns Like The Cold

It was a fire that wouldn't go out. Hour after hour, it burned through me, consuming every thought, every breath. The heat of it seemed to melt my very bones, leaving me formless, shapeless in its wake. I'd always imagined heartbreak as something cold—an absence, a void. This was the opposite. This was too much feeling, too much sensation, like every nerve ending in my body had been exposed and set aflame.

Bones and blood… Dark and twilight demons. It’s cold. It’s so cold. No feeling. Cold – at least I’m used to that. The zombie sat motionless six feet from the brightly burning campfire and stared at it with an unblinking gaze. Damn flames. I hate fire. Fire burns my blood. It eats up my spirit.

commented Naomi. "Oh-? It's just that one of my wraths is the wrath of fire. This makes my body always be overheated, I'm always burning. When I found cold water in the forest, I ended up boiling it while showering. As ironic as it sounds, I love the winter more than the other seasons, cuz It's always cold and everything."

All he could feel was endless torment. It had been so long since he felt this immense burning pain. Right...The mansion was burning. He was trapped in raging flames. No matter how much he wanted it to stop, the flames that caused him so much pain continued to ravage him. But inside of him...his soul was covered in a block of ice. The freezing cold was deep-rooted. That cold energy was making the pain even more excruciating. If only the flames around his body would melt the block of ice around his soul, he would feel better. But these two energies were very chaotic and have properties that were different from hot and cold. All of it was for just pure torment.

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.

The cold metal touches my lips, and I tilt the flask back, letting the liquid pour into my mouth. The burn is instant. It isn’t like alcohol; it isn’t something that warms as it slides down. No, this is different. Sharper. Colder. Like tiny needles scraping against my throat, setting fire to everything in their path. The burning spreads fast like fire licking through my veins. I don't know if it's because of the wolf's blood mixed in mine or if this is just how silver feels when it enters the body. Either way, I refuse to let it show.

Nicoli throws another snowball to explode over my back. “Ah!” The shock of ice-cold snow burrows underneath my collar. It's so cold that it almost burns. I immediately try to swat it out, but the snow seems to travel further. It's down too deep; I can’t get it. I must stand and suffer until it melts. Snow is so mean! I shiver as the snow again finds my skin. It sinks through my clothes like sand. The icy burn reminds me of the hot summer sand in Nochten.

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

With that, he disconnected the phone. Her world came falling down, her own father sold her, how is that even be possible and she felt like someone was yanking her heart out of her chest while the whole world watched and did nothing about it. A slap brought her back to reality, with clothes being torn from her body and she was completely naked in the blink of an eye.

Or being struck by it. It burned like ice and flame, like memory and madness clashing in my veins. I couldn't walk straight, breath catching in my throat. The room spun. Something ancient woke inside my chest. Something vast. Cold. Hungry. It hit my stomach like a shooting star, and the burn climbed fast – through my throat, up my spine, behind my eyes. I fell to the ground, breath tearing from my lungs as fire and frost warred inside me. Every heartbeat felt like an explosion. My knees buckled, and my palm slammed against the floorboards to keep from falling completely.