The Frozen Dawn Novels & Stories

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

WINTER Dawn gave me a gummy smile. Between her tiny teeth were red particles that hadn't made it through her throat. She raised the glass and took big gulps. Half of her face was hidden behind the glass. However, I noticed the mischief in her eyes. She stopped gulping the juice. But held onto the glass to her mouth. "Dawn?" I began, tilting my head when she averted her eyes. "You heard my question, didn't you? Who is Mr. Grey?"

Travis calls out above the rumble. The wind whips around us like a storm suddenly brews. I lift the dagger and without needing guidance it peels down an invisible sheet, creating a hole encircled by a green ember. As if the air was sizzling and burning away wherever the tip of the dagger touched. “Holyshit! It's working!” Tawny cries out, “Don’t stop!” ***** LAMIA The day was the same as always, warm but not too warm. An orange hue lit up the daytime sky, turning purple as the day went on. I walk with Kellen and Seneca down to the water. The thin strips of fabric we called clothing clung to our bodies.

" Upstairs, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Dante watched Andres with his frostbitten expression and the shattered remains of his phone on the ground. A faint, cold smile curled at Dante's lips as he sent a quick message to Gideon: [Thanks for the help.]

A cheering applause was made; it was said that I was beautiful by the men, which made me feel high of myself sometimes. The disco lights popped on, and dazzling music started. Everyone cheered. In my silk gown, hair perfectly styled, and makeup flawless, I twisted my body around the pole, giving the crowd my most enchanting look. Biting my lips seductively, I lifted my weight like a gymnast, twisting around the pole, my fingers trailing my curves straight to my chest. The men's eyes were all over me, filled with lust. My gaze suddenly locked with someone in the crowd ,a man with intense blue eyes. His aura made me feel both uneasy and intrigued.

The wind howled through the steel skeleton of the New Dawn, a mournful sound that echoed the thirty years of secrets buried beneath the mountain. It made the heavy hanging chains rattle like ghosts against the iron pillars. The air was thick with the scent of wet cement, cold metal, and the sharp, metallic tang of the coming rain. Elara stood at the very edge of the deep foundation pit, her boots inches away from the drop. Beside her, Julian was a pillar of silent rage, his hand gripping hers so tightly she could feel the pulse in his palm.

The morning of the coronation dawned with a strange, unnatural hush that seemed to blanket the entire capital. It was as if the wind itself had held its breath in anticipation of the day’s significance. By midday, the temperature began to plummet, and the sky began to dim with a cool, silver twilight creeping across the vast expanse of the Midnight Frost. This was the moment of convergence, the day the fragmented, warring lands would finally coalesce under a single, unified banner.

I have to do something before this fire gets out of hand and ends up destroying much more than what these bastards intend… She closes her eyes for a few seconds has the fire begins to inch closer towards her, when she opens her eyes the earth beneath her seems to freeze over, she looks up and her countenance has changed with her irises warped from black to white DIANE : Heavenly art : eternal frost A huge gust of cold wind immediately blow over, freezing everything around her including the inferno, the demons are struck in awe by what they had just seen with their eyes, demons around her begin to freeze over quickly

she flung her arms around Lena, hugging her happily “and to mark the occasion, I want to treat you to breakfast” “That’s fine with me”, Lena said, stepping back. “Give me ten minutes to get dressed and my stuff packed and I’ll stop by your room”, Dawn said. The brunette nodded and left her friend to it. She went back to her room and began to throw her stuff into her suitcase. When she got to her journal, instead of putting it into her case, she carefully packed it away in her bag instead. It was less than ten minutes later when Dawn swung by her room, suitcase packed. “You ready?” she asked.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus