Nothing Burns Like The Cold Novels & Stories

My teeth clacked together as a blast of wind rattled the castle walls, spewing winter air into the ballroom. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I tapped into the Fire that lashed beneath my skin. I wanted to be warm, to chase this cold away and knock the High Lady down a few notches without actually harming her. I saw those shimmering weaves of Fire magic and watched as they danced and curved around one another. They danced around my body like colorful ribbons, and the cold that surrounded me was blasted away.

They burn with a living memory. I turn on the shower tap. The water that bursts out is icy at first. I let it hit me full force, without flinching. The shock tears a sob from my throat. The cold water washes away the sweat, the traces of him, the steam from the other room. But it washes away nothing else. It can't reach the brand of fire he imprinted deeper, where I didn't even know a place existed.

POV: Neoma I didn't listen. The energy building under my skin ignored logic. It burned. Not heat—cold. Absolute, biting frost that chewed through my nerves. The black lightning wasn't just visual; it was a physical vibration in my marrow, demanding to be let out. Barzil’s grip on my wrist crushed the radius and ulna together, grinding bone, but he couldn't stop the Void. "Burn," I hissed. My throat felt raw. Scraped.

I could feel my heart beating yet I could not feel my own body. The green field now a fiery sea of red fire, the grass slowly burning outwards, threatening to wipe out what was once a comforting solace place into a sea of burning hell. But I found it odd that I wasn’t scared as I looked at my own body – fire slithering around, encasing my body protectively. It didn’t burn my skin, it wasn’t warm as what you would feel when next to a flame – it was cold. A kind of cold that was peaceful, a quiet burning surge of power that rose slowly and gently like a mother would to an infant.

“It is the Heavenly Fire Flame. Although it’s a common flame, it is hotter than your average flames.” “I see. Well, you will have to take good care of it for it to take care of you.” Claire said. “That goes for all of you.” “This is the Heavenly Cold Flame. It is so hot that it is cold to the touch and will cause the area to freeze, removing all the heat around it.” Gloria explained about her white flame.

I listen for footsteps that don't come, neither does the door open revealing the large lug of a man that has been chasing me since time eternal. The fire before me screams for fuel as it's embers die down but I don't move to help it's survival. So it burns and flickers, fighting tooth and nail to stay alive until finally, a strong wind waltzes from the window, putting the strugggling flame out of it's misery. It doesn't take long before I become cold again and it doesn't matter how much cuddling I do, it's not enough to warm me.

Searing, white-hot, mental pain. His pure, undiluted life force was like a star being pushed against something that was completely cold. It wasn't a fight between two opposing forces; it was an end. My emptiness shrank back, but his light *burned*. It was a pain that went beyond what my body could understand, a scream from the soul I no longer had. The universe was reminding me of everything I had lost in the most painful way possible.

The warm wasn't coming back to it. "Don't get touched. Not your blade arm, not anything. The cold gets in and it stays." Then I found the second thing, and the second thing was better news. One of the seventeen had kept a brand off the last fire, just snatched it up running, and when the dead came at her she swung it more out of panic than plan... and they flinched. The cold ones flinched from the warm one. The brand pushed a hole in them. "Fire," I said. Louder. "They don't like fire. Make fire. Now, anything that burns."

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦,

I questioned. “Warm.” He uttered with a frown. “Warm like toasty warm or warm like its going to singe your skin off warm?” I asked and waited while he edged his own fingers into the flames without saying a word. I held my breath and froze, absolutely terrified as his fingers dipped inside the flames while a look of amazement spread across his face. “Warm like, wow.” He uttered as he slowly twirled his fingers inside the dancing flames across my hand before turning his hand and pressing it against mine. “Does that hurt?” He questioned eyeing me and I felt the tingles race through my arm at the contact, I could feel the cold but not like it had been before, like an ice-cold lemonade on a hot s