Nothing Burns Like The Cold Novels & Stories

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

That the burn would only anger my heart as the need to snatch those claws off him would race through my mind. However, nothing happened. Empty. That is what I felt until a familiar frosty sensation slowly peregrinated through my skin. I clearly remembered the cold, icy, and numbing feeling, but this time it was not a dream. I raised my hands where the sensation initiated. The blue flames were circling my fingers. The movement was restricted by the piercing cold. It slowly rippled and spread through my arm, and tentatively enclosed my chest and neck. Breathing was never this impossible for me and it only provoked my fear.

“I think your fall scared him and this is his way of reacting. Besides, he's right, it could’ve been very dangerous.” “I'm sorry, Jake,” She repeated, reaching out to hug him. “I'm sorry I worried you.” “It's okay, little one,” He finally murmured, reacting just in time to hug her back. “Hey, do you think it will be cold enough to freeze the water this winter?” Taylor asked as she moved away, linking her hand with his before heading towards the house. “Do you think it's possible to skate on it?” “The surface can crystallize, but the winters aren’t cold enough to freeze the water, little one,” My boyfriend explained, his face still contorted with fear. “So, don't you dare come closer to check

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

A cold-blooded killer. “I alrea…. AHHHHH F*CK!!!!!”. The balls are now starting to hit me in the already sore places, causing excruciating pain. Kind of like when you have an open wound or a broken bone, and someone decides to hit you with a sledgehammer on that exact spot again. “FLYNN, PLEASE!! I CAN’T TAK….”.

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.

The old man explained with a smile, "This Raging Fire Pill can't be considered a rare little thing. It's just a simple medicine to resist the cold when it's cold." Samuel nodded. It was true. Although there was indeed a warm current, it was very light. It could be used to resist the cold, but if there was too much, the effect of the medicine would not be able to keep up. It was almost the same as wearing a down jacket. Seeing this, the old man smiled. Then, he got up and went to the side of the stove. Like before, he poured water into the bowl and then put a dry green plant into the water to soak.

Like a person being strapped to a chair, I had no other option but to go. As I made it downstairs in the dress he had picked for me, he stared at me and stopped mid-sentence. He ran his gaze over me slowly and deliberately. I stood stiff like a mannequin. Even though I was covered in layers of clothing, I felt like I was just in my underwear. I quickly moved away, my face the exact color of a fire truck. The way he looked at me made shivers run down my spine, reminding me of old times. Though his eyes were colder now, I could still see the Alessandro I knew.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

There was no hesitation this time. No doubt. I reached out. The moment my hand touched it, the cold surged through me. Sharp. Intense. It spread through my veins like ice, racing through my body with a force that should have been painful. But it wasn’t. It soothed. The fire inside me—the constant heat, the pressure that had always pushed me forward—quieted under the cold. Not extinguished. Balanced. After years of burning with a power I did not want, I found peace.