Stone Cold Novels & Stories

Both Jordyn and Alma stand there staring at each other. Jordyn speaks first, "What is your name?" Alma pauses for a moment and returns his question without answering. Jordyn sighs. He realizes he will have to open up first. "My name is Jordyn. I own a big real estate firm doing business across the country." "Alma, my name is Alma." She responds as she runs her finger across a statue. "I've never been in such a big house. Do you take girls often without their consent?"

I'm glad to know that he still values me! Jeff had explained to me earlier that we weren't going to the other city where we used to work and stay. He bought this house and he has been using it as his hideout...away from his killer of a brother and other vultures. I can't wait for the day I'll show my face to him...I hope he gets a heart attack that same day! ***** “Dinner is ready.” Sandra announces from the kitchen where she has tirelessly been preparing some chicken stew and spaghetti.

Stone's cold voice rose and got all our attention. "Why, are you afraid?" Willa shrugged. "How fierce." Stone let out a short laugh, "I like." "And I like snow rabbits. What difference does it make when you are gonna kill me?" Willa responded quickly. I doubted Stone understood that reference. "The difference is," Stone laughed coldly, "I'll let you die quickly if you stop pissing me off."

He formed a palm print and blasted it at the Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpion. "Damn it!" The Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpion's eyes flashed with a demonic cold light. This was the embodiment of its extreme anger.

The crevice between the boulders was a tomb of cold granite. The wind, deflected and channeled by the massive stones, created a keening, inhuman whistle that gnawed at the edges of Anton’s consciousness. His body, pressed against Sabatine’s back, had passed through shivering into a deep, dangerous lethargy. The heat he was trying to impart was a ghost of warmth, stolen by the relentless chill of the rock beneath them and the frozen air around them.

"Come, Aria. Let's go somewhere more fascinating." "Huh, where?" I asked quickly. -------- Cold stone. Damp air, and torches lining the walls like flickering eyes. "Frostpeak Dungeon, my dear," Frost announced as he pushed the heavy steel door open. A chorus of a noise soon wrapped around us. There was metal clanking, muffled cries, and some mad laughter echoing off the walls in jagged bursts. "This is where we keep offenders, criminals, rogues, and some little unstable cases," Frost said in an almost dismissive tone.

“My life turned upside down today. People I know have lost their lives, Goldie is probably worried about me, and I just found out that big bad wolves exist and walk among us. And they think I'm one of them? It's time to go back the reality. Stone licks his lips, not laughing. - Let's go! ’ I sneer, putting my hands on my hips. "I don't know any of you. I'm not what you think I am. "And our brand?" — Questions from Stone. I draw my eyebrows together. - What? He lifts his shirt. Now I'm not the only shirtless, but I'm not complaining, that's for sure. I don't have time to see his abdominal muscles before he turns to show me his back. Your shoulder blades are defined, rolling with each movement

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

At the base of the amphitheater stood the Moon-Stone. Unlike the raw shard in the archives, this was a massive, jagged obelisk of celestial crystal, nearly seven feet tall. It pulsed with a cold, pale light that felt entirely devoid of warmth. It was said the stone could sense the exact purity of Lycan blood; it would sing for royalty, but it would shatter the mind of an imposter by feeding their worst nightmares back into their skull.