Trails Of Cold Steel Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So what's it going to be Eleanor? Pain or will you offer up your body for pleasure?” I looked at my family, these men would take pain any day and I wouldn't let them down. Tristan stepped from behind me and came into view again. “Choose Eleanor or I'll choose for you.” He said but from the look on his face, he already knew what my answer was. I smiled at him. “I choose the cold bite of steel over your unworthy blood stained hands.” I told him.

her features softened, her gaze no longer focused as she looked at memories in her mind, "before he was stolen from me forever." She took another swallow from her drink. "He and I knew it instantly, of course, and the timing couldn't have been worse. There we were, standing on opposite sides of the war, meeting for the first time. And then everything went horribly wrong." Fuck. I could not even imagine that. "I'm so fucking sorry." She went on as if I hadn't spoken, still staring far away. "I could never figure out why your Alpha suddenly wanted to kill her." "Kill her?" I questioned. "Do you mean Leander's mother?"

and feel tears brim my eyes as I stay silent and my father appears right behind Alpha Eric and my father sighs “ Aleana you knew better then to just let your mate mark you with out telling me anything first” the disappointment in my fathers voice had broke me for the first time In years I was happy and yet I was getting yelled at for letting my mate mark me, my mate was now cold and acted as if I was nothing and his father was livid bc I wasn’t another alphas daughter. I couldn’t hold it back anymore as the tears flowed freely down my face and I yanked away from Shade and ran outside and into the woods. I needed to breathe and think and I couldn’t under all the cruel coldness the all held i

ANTONELLA'S POV I could not believe it was really happening to me. As I walked away from him, tears filled my eyes. I willed the ground to open up and swallow me but it didn't. I had just watched the Alpha make out with Griselda. It was a horrific scene, one I wished I could quickly erase from my memory. I knew that was not going to be possible however. I was going to be seeing them together for a very long time, in the pack, and also, in my head.

The girls entered the washroom and thankfully, they didn’t notice me, except that I happened to be the topic of discussion. “That Nara girl is really something. She has Alpha Landon and Kain wrapped around her fingers. I can’t believe she’s also planning to go after Alpha Marcus.” “Did you see how he went after her. I mean I was watching him enjoying himself with that blond girl and all of a sudden, I noticed he was looking at her.” “Who knows? Maybe they are fucking already.” “I feel bad for Alpha Landon. I haven’t seen him with any other woman so it’s safe to assume he’s being faithful to her. Wouldn’t he feel the pain of her betrayal if they were mates?”

—memories erased. She eyed the control panel. Needed a password. “The title,” she whispered, typing: “THE UNWRITTEN JOURNEY.” Green light. Julian’s pod started to open. But boots thudded down the hall—black-armored soldiers, electric rifles ready. The leader ripped off his helmet. The Writer. No kindness. Just a hunter’s glare. “You were my best character, Maya,” he said, gun raised. “But every story needs an ending. Yours ends here.”

And Damien Voss, Alpha of the Coldridge Pack, three years of calculated isolation and flawless control — was sitted in my bunk kitchen at the table I’d scavenged from the street while my sister tossed him questions with cheerful precision and ate the eggs I’d made with no remark that I had burned one edge just a little and sipped a second coffee when Lily shoved the pot toward him and responded to every inquiry she threw his way with the same honesty that he so freely gave to all things. By the time he left — two hours later, Lily waving from the threshold like she was bidding farewell to someone she’d known for a lifetime — I was already in something I didn’t have a map for. The difference

Crimson hisses. She doesn't trust me. I wouldn't either, I suppose, since I don't trust her, but still... "Look, none of us were checking her casket to see if she ever did truly begin the process," Roel say uncomfortably. Twisting around, I carefully peek around the corner so I can see them. Crimson's arms are wrapped around herself as she shifts from foot to foot. "What if it's not my daughter, but an imposter?" A lump gathers in my throat.

When his eyes settled on mine, they turned ice cold, and I almost shivered under his stare. “I’m looking forward to seeing how you’ll try to pull away when I kiss you.” His voice was a low and cold sneer. “Unlike Kai and Xavier, I don’t bother pretending I care. I just like to break things.” My stomach churned at the bitterness in his voice. There was no joke in his words, just pure, calculated hate. He wasn’t like Xavier, who made his cruelty obvious. Zade’s hate was colder, sharper, and just as painful. Maybe even worse.