Shiver Novels & Stories

"It's a weird thing isn't it? To touch someone and feel like you're on fire when it's your fingertips that are freezing cold. They shiver on their own as I run them down your neck, your collarbones, the dip between and you huff, half at how agonizingly slow the touch is and half at how incredibly it affects you, makes you fall apart without realisation.

From there, it travels into every bone and marrow in your body. As if drawn to each other, these two sensations meet, mix and become one in your body. Then you start shivering. If he decided not to let you go, the shivering will soon turn to shaking and if you have no inner strength to boast of, your teeth may soon start clanking at the same time, your skin starts sweating profusely. Rolph's gaze mercilessly places his enemies in a fear cage, mentally disabling them. Now imagine if Rolph lands those eyes on you because he loves you or cares about you? The feeling of being secured and safe, the feeling of belonging and being owne

The water from the shower head hit Evan’s back as she continued taking him. She completely took him out of her mouth and pumped him with her hand and made sure to look up as her head dipped down and her tongue darted out to taste him again. His eyes stayed glued to hers throughout all this. Another groan left his mouth as she gagged while bobbing her head. Her eyes pinched shut as Evan took back the control, using the grip on her head to his advantage, and she did everything she could not to choke even as he kept hitting the back of her throat but still a tear slipped out

he leaned, licking his lips. As I sat there, paralyzed with fear, a terrorising shiver sent icy ripples cascading down my spine, driving me deeper into a state of unease and apprehension. The sensation was so bone-chilling and suffocating that it seemed to penetrate every fiber of my being, causing my heart to race and my breath to become shallow. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be on high alert, amplifying the chilling nature of the shiver as it coursed through me. Like an unwelcome intruder invading the very core of my existence, this shiver not only physically affected me, but it also u

I needed this and I was going to make the most out of it. Calling Rhea and Veronica to join me in a toast, I poured three shots and passed it to them. “To freedom!” we all cheered and drank. The song ‘Up’ by Cardi B came on and we felt the urge to dance. Nodding to ourselves, Veronica grabbed Connor who gladly came with her while Rhea grabbed a random blonde-haired guy. Since Levi was nowhere to be found, I slipped in between Caleb’s conversation with an unknown girl. “Wanna dance? Cuz….I wanna dance.” I slurred a bit.

A single word that appears to deplete me yet is by all accounts impulse in that it has me altogether. I lift my spear and toss it with accuracy. Momentarily it penetrates two of the Shifters, and a terrible cry consumes the air. I'm nearly frozen from the chills that sound sends through my body. It is the call of torment, of sorrow... of unadulterated dread. I should areas of strength for remain. I can't let this influence me.

But now I’m just cold, tired, and ready to get home. When my car comes into my line of sight, a cold shiver races down my spine, stopping me in my tracks. The shiver isn’t caused by the wind and snowflakes lashing across my skin. No, that kind of shiver is caused by unwanted eyes watching from the shadows. Stalking, even. The kind of stare that makes a person’s entire body freeze with fear.

The world didn’t break with a bang. It broke with a **shiver**. A deep, bone-cold vibration rolled through the earth, the sky, the very marrow of those still standing. Trees groaned as if mourning. The wind hissed low like it knew a secret no one should hear. Kael stood at the cliff’s edge, Rowan beside him, both watching the growing crack in the sky. It wasn’t violet like the Rift, nor golden like the Flame.

I hover for witness. Shye does not move loudly. But their stillness calls me to lean not to illuminate to shade. Because rhythm shared through breath must be kept cool enough for memory to settle inside it. --- Vathil (pulse withheld) beneath Grove, listening I did not stir. I watched. Shye’s stillness braided through air. And silence grew fertile. Which means you don’t need my shimmer now. You carry my intent through how you choose to remain even when no sound asks you to.

It seeped into her very being, crashing against the faint warmth of her disheveled blankets. Finally, she managed an involuntary twitch of her fingers, a tiny act that seemed to shatter the spell of stillness wrapping around her. With that small movement, the invisible pressure lifted, the cold touch receding into the ether, the whisper fading back into silence. A wave of vertigo crashed over her, followed swiftly by a surge of adrenaline surging her blood.