Trails Of Cold Steel Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Emma assured him even though she was not sure if what she was saying was true. Steve was distraught with pain and shock and she noticed with her wolf sight that his healing factor was not activated. His wounds were still open. "That is surprising, you are not healing," She frowned as she led him to the war room. "It is the cold, Emma, it is like there is something in the frost that's keeping my wounds open." Steve said. "He is using the Cold as his weapon, just like my father used the Dark as his," Emma whispered. "And he has more monster ice soldiers fighting for him," Steve said.

To have that yanked away was a physical mutilation. Her vision began to tunnel. The cold was winning. Her breaths came in shallow, ineffective pants, fogging faintly in the cold air. Is this how it ends? The thought was strangely calm. Not in battle, not in glory. On a cold floor, alone, because a boy said no.

It was steel. It wasn’t long until I felt it—the paw prints of the Alpha deep in the snow. The smell hit me, thick and acrid. Power pulsed from the footpath, making my bones hurt. Caspian laid the trap—nets of silver strung between the trees. My blood would fuel it. I sliced open my palm; blood welled quickly. It emerged drizzling from the tip of the rune. The trap hummed to life. Power buzzed under my skin. Pain shot through my hand, but I held on.

Without my shadow to fight them, they saw me as a feast. They were translucent husks of my ancestors, their fingers like icicles reaching for my warmth. "Back!" I roared, swinging my steel blade. It did nothing to them, passing through their chests like smoke. They crowded in, their cold touch numbing my limbs, dragging me toward the floor. “She’s gone, Kaelen...” they whispered. "She gave her heat to the Heart. She’s ours now. Join us in the cold.” "No," I growled, forcing myself to stand. "She isn't yours. She isn't the Archivist’s. She’s mine."

“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.

Silver's POV I sat beside him with guilt, wondering how he would see me if I knew how badly I crumbled beneath another man's touch. His hands, warm but yet sending chills through me. His eyes were cold but yet made my heart scorch with heat, everything felt different. I guessed it was a side effect of his transformation, the mate bond was spiralling out of control. “Hey,” Triscade called out to me when he woke up. “What are you thinking?”

Chests thudding and blood boiling extremely hyping and rising towards their boundaries of restrictions. Arkael kept on clasping Zadkiel’s palm on his, unwilling to let go. The warmth radiating from it warms his frozen heart, slowly melting every frosty bit of it. The tainted parts brightened a bit, he could feel it! The loneliness, despair, coldness, and hatred nonetheless faded a little. Solace... Arkael felt it flowing his every nerve as well as the guy in front of him. The surrounding was too peaceful... Zadkiel unconsciously tightened his hold on him too. The sparks and heat coming from their clasped hands made him shut everything around to oblivion.

His cold hand moves slowly upward; I shut my eyes and push his body, which is pinning me down, with all my strength. Suddenly, he encircles both my wrists with his other hand, restraining me from squirming. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I squirm again, this time more forcefully. His hand tightens around my wrists, and I can almost smell the alcohol on his breath as he pants... *** "Eleanor!"

Riven I shifted on the bed trying to ignore it pushing the phone down for a second and running a hand through my hair thinking about all the reasons this was stupid I hated how she looked at me like I was the intruder when they moved in and how she fought back every time instead of just staying out of my way like I wanted but my dick didn’t care about any of that it throbbed against my shorts demanding attention and I groaned low cursing under my breath “fuck Izzy what are you doing to me” because I’d been with plenty of girls before hookups after games in the locker room or back at their places easy fun ones who knew the deal no strings just blowing off steam and they were hot sure but none

In that time, she doesn't have any feelings but a fear in her heart of what the future holds. "I know you can do it. You have been acting as a leader to us since then, you don't need to be afraid because we are here on your side. You have your sisters with you too. Being the eldest won't stop you from being happy. It's not the responsibility you are being afraid to, but the outcome it may bring after doing the said responsibility. At any side, we will stay." Steel replied to her statement. She finally looked at him, and he could see the pain in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking, it was about how she hurt him from the very beginning until now. Steel looked away and chuckled. "Don't look