The Coldest Winter Ever 2 Novels & Stories

‎Chapter 45 ‎The Last Winter ‎ ‎Talia ‎ ‎The winter of our hundred-and-twentieth year was the coldest I could remember. ‎ ‎Snow fell thick and silent for weeks, blanketing the manor in white so deep the children had to tunnel to the stables. The great oak stood bare, its branches black against the grey sky, but the white flowers around our stones—defiant as ever—pushed through the frost, small green shoots already visible beneath the snow.

Frozen grass crunched under my boots, and the temperature was dropping quickly as the evening wore on. “Warm enough?” Colt leaned in to adjust my neck scarf, “You should have worn the leather jacket.” And even as he spoke, his breath clouded in the air, like he was exhaling cigar smoke. It was the eve of Christmas, the coldest day so far this winter, and in the past I would have hated it, missing home, the snowless Silicon Valley with perfect temperature all year round.

"He was born in the Harsh Winter. In the North, they say that means something." I shuffled closer. "Means what?" "Now, Yer Highness, the North is always cold..." I nodded to let her know I was following. "But the Harsh Winter is the coldest the Northern realm has ever seen. It is said that the wolves born in the Harsh Winter are different." She glanced around. "Stronger. Harder to kill. Like the cold gets into them when they are small and, ye know, becomes one with them." I thought about the pool last night. The way he'd been so comfortable in the cold, it barely seemed to touch him.

Nonetheless, she could not show the slightest tinge of discomfort, and she displayed the perfect smile which she had been practicing for a long time. From head to toe, her entire body was freezing cold. This year, the winter in Taadi City was extraordinarily harsh, and it was negative ten degrees Celsius even after new year. With that, Hilda could barely feel her ears anymore. "Are you ready?" She felt Nathan's warm breath on her ears. It was so chilly that even Hilda's brain was nearly frozen as she prepared herself to walk against the piercing wind. "Huh?" Before she could realize what had happened, her body fell backward into a pair of warm arms all of a sudden.

In the Northern part of the Vacil Empire, there was a specific region where the temperature never rises despite season changing. The cold was dreadfully unbearable. It was known as the snow paradise for the snow never stop falling throughout the year but for few, it was accurate to be called the hell’s gate.

No wonder Dad called me as it was full moon night the next night. Withstanding the cold was the specialty of werewolves but I felt sorry for Karien as he was shivering from cold. Even the bunch of coats won't help in the winter around werewolves' territory. It snows quite heavily in winter, especially in December. However, it wasn't the month of December but the last week of November. Maybe global warming has affected the climate of our territory too. On the way, I passed my thick coats which Karien got for me to the Karien. He needs it and he would caught catch a cold if he doesn't get more warmness.

Winter came, particularly early this year. Angus didn't have much feeling for winter. In the Asti isolation zone, there was no equipped heating system. The lowest temperature was not more than minus ten degrees, and most people could keep warm by relying on fireplaces or self-installed heating pipes. Further north, when the temperature drops to minus twenty or even thirty degrees, the harsh weather and snow become extremely lethal. Every year when the snow melts, many elderly people pass away. And Emilia likes snow. The ancestors of the Salleri estate originally lived in the far and cold north, close to the Arctic. The cold gave them high cheekbones, a more three-dimensional appearance, skin

If the "Thermal Drain" was a crisis of mechanics, the First Winter was a crisis of the soul. As the twin suns moved into an eclipse-pattern, the temperature on Novus plummeted to a level where even the bronze-wood of Aethelgard began to become brittle. The city was no longer a thriving colony; it was a huddle of shivering survivors trapped in a giant, frozen lantern. "The external seals are becoming porous," Kael reported, his breath a thick cloud of ice. "At these temperatures, the rubber and lead gaskets are turning into glass. One sharp impact, and the city’s atmosphere will vent into the vacuum."

“I hope I can see snow in Hadale.” Holding a notebook in her hand, Gretchen perused the wishes one by one and couldn’t help but smirk, uttering in a chilly tone, “In Hadale, even during the coldest time of the year, the temperature never drops below fifteen degrees Celsius. How could it possibly snow? Is she out of her mind?”

“The fact that there are blood tears spilling down her eyes and she was found here of all places seems like a warning of sorts. Whether this is something beyond our understanding or some stupid antics of an enemy pack, we won’t know. But safe to say, dad has taken this very seriously…” “A warning of what?” I frowned. “Goddess knows,” Logan sighed. “But…winter is coming,” “And?” “Elder Ansel predicted that this was going to be one of the worst winters we have faced. And the last time something like this happened was thirty-four years ago, the time of the Cold War,” Noah said. “You believe Elder Ansel? What is he now? A weather expert?” I grimaced. "Winters are always hard, anyway. It has got