Trails Of Cold Steel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I will be your fire. Garrick will be your shield. Vane will be your... whatever Vane is." "Annoyance?" Tristan suggested. "Distraction," she smiled. She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "We are a broken team, Tristan. A pirate, a hacker, a powerless prince, and a dragon. But we're the only ones who can do this." Tristan closed his eyes. He breathed in the scent of her—smoke and rain and skin. "The Frost-Vault," he murmured. "It's cold there. Colder than the Sky-Spire."

he whispered. He reached down and touched her center. She was soaking wet, her body already leaking with the desire she had built up over the years. Kaelen let out a low, animal growl. "You are so ready for me," he said. "The nights of dreaming are over, Lyra. Tonight, the Steel General takes his prize." He pushed her back onto the pillows. The bed creaked under his massive weight. Lyra looked up at him, her heart racing. The fantasy was gone. The man was here. And she knew that her life—and her body—would never be the same again.

the body behind me rattled “he m-m-made it l-like that.” Steel tried to smile at me when I turned to him. He had all of his arms chopped off, the hooks skewering the stumps that remained. To his left was Axel, and to his right was Lee. “How the hell….?” “He tracked them all down” Flame spoke, standing on Steel’s log “people you know, people you passed in the street, even people who had brief conversation with.” He tilted his head over to the left, where I saw Lag, Strangles, and Gerald.

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.

to return. "It’s beautiful," Kael whispered, his voice cracking. He stood by the fire, the heat reflecting in his eyes—eyes that were no longer searching for a HUD or a thermal overlay, but simply trying to perceive the texture of reality. "It’s... it’s not a script. Look at the way the wind moves its fur. That’s not a loop." The villagers of Evergreen had fallen back into the shadows of their shipping-container homes, spears leveled but shaking. To them, the "Steel-Ghost" was gone, but the Wild was an even older terror.

Tristan didn’t even acknowledge me; his eyes were fixed on Selene. "You’re finally here, Tristan," she whimpered. Her eyes were red-rimmed, brimming with tears as she looked up from the pillows. "I thought... I thought you had forgotten our bond after the chaos at the Ice Spire." Tristan didn’t move. He stood at the foot of her bed, his silhouette a jagged mountain of shadow against the harsh fluorescent lights. His aura was cold—not the burning heat of an Alpha’s passion, but the frozen stillness of a winter grave.

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

Liam in front, every line of his body screaming touch them and I end you. Ash Ridge peeled off at the treeline with nods and rumbling promises to “check in soon.” Frostfang flowed like ghosts back toward the north path, their Alpha calling sweetly over her shoulder, “Send word when your real Alpha’s on his feet. I want front-row seats for round two.” Hallowmere melted away into mist and long coats, already whispering among themselves. Ironclaw stayed clustered at Hollow Creek, fuming and humiliated and papering rage over panic. Gunner stood shaking with fury in the mud and watched Silverveil take back what he thought he’d stolen.

My grip on his collar loosened as I stared blankly in the air. I could feel a sting inside my chest as my eyes welled up with tears. “What is this shit…” I whispered when I felt tears fall on my left eye. I quickly wiped it away and turned my back to Gamma Steven. I didn’t want him to see me this vulnerable. I haven't cried for how many years so this shit surprised me. What did Beta Ivan and Veronica do in the forest alone? I couldn’t help but get jealous of the idea that they were doing something behind my back. I felt somehow…betrayed.

GIOVANNI'S POV The leather of the journal felt warm beneath my fingertips, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the vault door I was about to close. Tristan’s handwriting, neat and precise, filled its pages. Pages detailing moments I scarcely remembered noticing, moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and quiet understanding. Moments that, strung together, painted a picture of something…tender. Something I didn’t think I was capable of inspiring, let alone experiencing.