Nothing Burns Like The Cold Novels & Stories

Matthew Dawolf — Where Wolves Howl Alone Cold. That’s all I felt. But it wasn’t the kind of cold you get from snow or wind. This was something else. Something deep. It came from within — curling through my insides like everything inside me had turned to ice. My skin burned. My muscles screamed. And still… I couldn’t move. Only darkness. No sound. No light. No scent. 'Is this what death feels like?' My thoughts dragged like boots in thick mud — slow and suffocating.

I breathe, my voice shaking as I pull my hand back and stare at it. Blue fire wraps around my fingers now, calm and steady, like this is its natural state. Like this is how it has always wanted to exist. I do not feel a thing. No pain. No burn. No damage. How can something be on fire and not hurt. How can I be on fire and still be standing. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might tear itself apart. My breath comes uneven as I press my back against the sink, staring at my reflection.

The cold expanded, my chest the only thing left standing against the sudden icy chill that shook me. "No!" The fourth voice. Deep and melodic, it sent a shiver through me as he called my name like a sorrow filled song. A final light bloomed, hovering in front of me. It didn't spark. The fire raged in warning and I reached for the spark, asking it come to me. It ignited, blazing brighter and shot straight for me. I let it collide, sparking on impact and the fire died, suffocated by a gust of icy cold winds, splashed with sparks of lights.

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 breathe, my voice shaking as I pull my hand back and stare at it. Blue fire wraps around my fingers now, calm and steady, like this is its natural state. Like this is how it has always wanted to exist. I do not feel a thing. No pain. No burn. No damage. How can something be on fire and not hurt. How can I be on fire and still be standing. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might tear itself apart. My breath comes uneven as I press my back against the sink, staring at my reflection.

Without hesitation, I blocked his social media account. Out of sight, out of mind. Trash like him should remain in the trash can. Stop coming out and polluting my view.

Raine The coin burned in my palm. Not with flame, but with something colder—like frost clawing deep into my bone, leaving me hollow from the inside out. Every breath was harder to pull, my chest bound tighter, as if the flip had cut a piece of me out and replaced it with something sharp, alien, watching.

NIKOLAI. My father once told me that the most brutal way to kill a man was to set him on fire and now that it feels like I’m burning from my insides out, it makes so much more sense. I very much prefer the pain from a stab wound to this heat. The itch is so intense that I’m starting to bleed and what’s worse is that it feels like my skin is burning and I can’t get away from the heat no matter what I do.

Chu Xun set up a formation to cover the whole room, so as not to disturb others. All things in the world could be refined in the Nine Heavens Burning Formation! Fires rose from the room to the sky. However, such fire didn’t cause any damage in the room and wasn’t exposed at all. The Cold Stone of Fantasy left Chu Xun’s hand and floated in the air, giving out coldness. "Refine!" After Chu Xun’s shout of low voice, the fire rushed to the Cold Stone of Fantasy in the air. The coldness of it was abundant and waves of coldness surged to resist the fire, as if it was unwilling to be refined.

It serves as a silent reminder of human presence amidst the desolation. In this freezing room, time seems to stand still. The brittle, icy air clings to every surface, serving as a constant reminder of abandonment. It is a place where darkness, dirt, and bitter cold intertwine, creating an aura of melancholy and neglect that leaves a lasting impression on anyone who dares to venture within its chilling confines. Lisa shivered as the cold air bites through her skin. One of the guards immediately turned on the singular light bulb and then Lisa looked around once more. The light itself wasn't able to chase the darkness completely which seemed pretty useless.