Novel & Cerita Trails Of Cold Steel Fanfiction

Someone was out here. Then she saw the leather patches glinting in the beams. Her stomach dropped. A steel snake coiled around a crimson heart. Steel Vipers. She had heard the stories… ruthless, organized, dangerous men who ruled the roads on their own terms, and no one got in their way. Before she could react further, lights flashed ahead. A white van fishtailed across the road, tires squealing. Doors burst open. Two masked men jumped out, dragging a third biker onto the asphalt. Shouts cut the desert silence.

"He cheated. I got over it." Helen gave me a look. "Girl, you cut your hair and started dressing like you're about to ruin someone's life. That's not 'getting over it.' That's revenge arc energy." I laughed under my breath. "Maybe it is." We grabbed iced coffees and sat on one of the benches outside the library. The campus was busy as usual ... students rushing between classes, a group of guys tossing a football on the quad, and a bunch of hockey fans already wearing Eagles merch even though it wasn't a real game day.

When he pulled up outside her apartment, the night felt strangely calm after the storm of the day. She gathered her things. “Thank you… for trusting me with this.” He nodded once. “Get some rest. Tomorrow won’t be easier.” She hesitated before stepping out. “Sir?” “Yes.” She paused, unsure why the question mattered. “Do you think… we’ll find who leaked it?” His gaze darkened slightly. “We will.” There was something in his tone, certainty mixed with quiet anger. She nodded and stepped out of the car. As she walked toward her building, she felt it again.

“Long time no see.” “You should not be here,” I said, moving closer with slow, deliberate steps that made him tense. “Your invitation was revoked months ago, and you know exactly why.” He chuckled, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve like he still deserved the right to stand in my presence. “I came because I heard interesting rumors. They say the infamous cold-hearted alpha has taken a fragile little thing as his mate. I had to see it for myself.” I stopped barely a foot away from him, letting my aura bleed into the air until several guests looked away, trembling at the weight of it.

I doubted I would enjoy the dark, unrecognisable touches even if I allowed my heat to overwhelm me. “You’ll be alone forever, you know. There’s nothing else for us here. This spring, we’ve got to go for it this spring,” Elvie frequently reminded me. Lost in these self-pitying thoughts I load fur after fur into my arms. Then I realise I am not alone. “Don’t fucking move.” A strangers hiss and the familiar sensation of cold steel against my throat. He has my attention. Standing in the middle of Luna Corina’s red silk and gold bedchamber I await the searing pain of my flesh tearing.

Once you have finished preparing the weapon, I need it back but make sure it is untraceable. “Let's suppose tomorrow Cristina does not back down from this war when we arrive at the Dire Territory and does not accept my love and offer to protect her. I will need to ensure she understands it will come with a price. If I cannot have Cristina, then no one can. She will learn to love me whether she likes it or not. I'm the one she is supposed to love. I am the one who takes care of her. She will be mine or she will die.” ****

He looked down at me, his gaze softening just enough to make my heart skip. "I don't lie. Liars get their tongues cut out in the old stories." I kept my other hand behind my back, fingers tightly crossed. "The Alpha said it was fine, too." He braced himself like he was heading into a firing squad, then gave a sharp nod. The second I stepped out of the shadows, dragging Grayson Cole behind me, the Meadow went silent. Every pup stopped wrestling. Every warrior stopped drinking. My reputation was either hitting a new peak or cratering into the dirt, but I didn't give a damn. Grayson’s grip on my hand tightened until it almost bruised, his palm slick with sweat. He was waiting for someone to scr

There are patches of gray fur all over it and for some reason, the first thing I think about is running my hands through it. "Took you long enough," Vi says rushing. "I am sorry," I apologize without delay. "Is that Caspian?" I ask. She nods. I bring my hand to my lips and give him another look. His full attention is on trying to get the metal bars broken and with the way they look, I doubt the bars can last any longer. Tyler and his goons are clinging to the walls for their life. I am surprised they are not screaming in this situation. "How is she going to help?!" Tyler's loud voice echoes in the dark space. "You should be stronger fighters, not this."

Kane straightened suddenly, the moment closing as quickly as it had opened. “Finish the project,” he said, his tone returning to its usual cold precision. And just like that, the wall was back. But Elena had seen what was behind it. Even if only for a second. As he left, Elena leaned back slightly in her chair, her thoughts sharper than ever. This was new. Not just the power. Not just the influence. But the glimpse. Of something real. Something hidden. Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO.

“She wanted to save you. Even if it meant losing you. Even if it meant becoming a ghost in a frozen box.” His throat burned. “She didn’t have the right to make that decision for me.” “No,” the hybrid whispered. “But she did it anyway. Because she loved you.” A crack split the ceiling above them. A heavy metal beam groaned as it shifted. The cryo capsule hissed again—its temperature dropping below safe levels. “Adrian,” the hybrid urged, turning to the failing machine. “You don’t have time. The cryo field will collapse any moment. If you want her alive, you must trigger the manual release. Now.”