Starbound Cold Protection Novels & Stories

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

I whispered, a warm feeling welling up in my heart. As time went by, the tension in our home seemed to grow even thicker as darkness enveloped us. I went into the bathroom, ready to wash off the day's fatigue, but my heart still struggled to calm down. The moment I closed the door, I made a point of checking the lock to make sure it was locked. I had recently cultivated this habit as a form of self-preservation. The water gurgled, and I tried to immerse myself in the comfort of its heat, but my thoughts were unbridled and uncontrollable. I kept thinking back to Victor's malicious gaze, and my heart was filled with unease.

I held it tightly like I'm very familiar and used to it. Like I know her. ] Dark clouds began to form above the burning district and rain began pouring down, making the fire weaker and weaker. [ This is how our eight-hour romance began. A memory that I will carry as we travel on the sea of stars to retrieve the Stargem. To stop this war, to protect the future, and to protect her. ] A battleship passed by on their right followed by several emergency ships headed towards the destroyed district. ~Stargem: Rewrite~

He could feel the artificial stabilizers Elara had injected him with instantly burning out, the necrotic Project Ouroboros scars across his ribs throbbing with renewed, agonizing intensity as his core temperature plummeted. "Grab my hand!" Elara screamed, her voice tearing at her throat over the deafening cacophony of the imploding ship. The massive dark-matter core behind her groaned, the heavy containment casing visibly buckling under the sudden, immense drop in ambient temperature and the influx of seawater. Scalding steam hissed violently from cracked coolant pipes, mixing with the freezing spray of the ocean to create a blinding, suffocating fog.

Using massive, bone-framed mirrors and their internal Sol-Cores, they were focusing the morning light into a concentrated, stationary beam that hovered just outside our Aether-Shield. "It’s a thermal blockade," Kaelen explained, his face drawn and pale as he looked at the readouts in the war room. "They aren't trying to break the shield with force. They are raising the external temperature of the dome. If it hits the critical threshold, the shield won't shatter—it will cook us. The air inside the capital will become a furnace within forty-eight hours."

The pillars tore through the obsidian shields, lifting fully armored soldiers into the air and pinning them against the high rock walls of the basin. The freezing, supernatural cold of the ice instantly snuffed out the remaining fires in the nursery sector, turning the raging orange flames into harmless trails of white steam. The great stone sanctuary where her mother and the children were secured was completely insulated by a thick, protective dome of shimmering silver ice, safe from the shifting battle. Alpha Silas stood entirely alone in the center of the square, his dark halberd resting uselessly against his hip.

The cold wind whistled as it pierced the air. It blew so powerfully it carried off away anything not tied down. The wind only made the freezing temperatures of the surrounding arctic environment even worse. The only relief Kronos had from the blistering cold was the tent he was currently in. All he had for bedding was a worn blanket that had plenty of holes. Calypso wasn't about to provide her prisoners any decent protection for the frigid environment.

began not with a storm, but with a "Structural Crisis." "The bronze-wood is 'Spalling'," Vane reported, her hands covered in frostbite as she inspected the primary support struts. "The outer layers are freezing and snapping off in sheets. We’re losing the 'Ablative-Shielding.' If we don't insulate the hull manually, the cold will reach the residential decks in hours."

The transition from the upper atmosphere to the vacuum of space was marked by a terrifying silence, broken only by the scream of the sled’s hull. Above them, the Sovereign Array’s thermal shield ignited—a shimmering wall of high-frequency microwave radiation designed to vaporize any unauthorized "biological contaminants." "Temperature at the leading edge is 1,200 Kelvin and climbing!" Isabella shouted, her thermal suit already venting steam. "The magnetic rollers are beginning to lose cohesion! We're going to slide back down the ribbon as a puddle of molten slag!"

At least I can hopefully trade these for some medicine, some food, and a place to stay. The truck slows to a stop and I find an old blanket strewn on the floor. I use it to wrap around my waist to make it look somewhat like a skirt also it helpd to keep the chill out. The Crimson Moon Pack is always hot balmy 35 degrees or more, there no need for layers or anything like that but at night it can be bitter cold after the sun sets. Each room has a fireplace and thick blankets to keep us all warm in the winter nights. Other than my time in the cells, this will be the first time I haven’t slept by the warmth of the fire or with my fur blankets that sit at the end of the bed.