Novel & Cerita Trails Of Cold Steel Fanfiction

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.

Every muscle in my body burned from climbing all day, yet I’d all but lost sensation in my hands and feet from the cold. My teeth chattered with such violence the noise would have resonated through the peaks if not for the fact that the roar of the wind blocked out everything save the loudest of yells. “Are you alright?” I jerked, turning to discover Tristan just below me on the incline. The hood of his cloak hung free down his back and his hands were bare, no part of him touched by the cold. Thor’s fire glowed inside him at all times, and I fought the temptation to come near to him. Tristan had respected my desire to keep his distance to the degree that Alpha Orion’s commands permitted, and

Ellie's POV: My eyes felt heavy as I began to stir. I could feel a cold hard floor beneath me and a distant dripping sound was echoing around me. It slowly started to register that I wasn't in bed or anywhere that seemed familiar. I tried to blink my eyes open, only for them to feel sore to the touch and blurry. Just as I tried to move my hands to rub the blurriness away from my eyes, I could feel they were trapped, bound behind my back with cold, thick chains.

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“If it’s such a tragedy, if it’s ruining your perfect life, why not just… handle it?” “Because it’s our baby!” Tears streamed down her face now, hot and fast. “Because despite everything, despite you being a cold-hearted asshole, I actually thought you might care. I thought maybe this would finally make you look at me the way you used to.” “I don’t even know if it’s mine,” I snarled, my voice cracking from the strain of yelling. The rage was a living thing in my chest, clawing to get out. “For all I know, you’ve been crawling into beds all over the coast. You’re desperate, Danica. You’re desperate enough to trap me.”

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

I didn't realize how hard my fist was tightened around the pen until I let go of its body crushed to dust. It's been five years of searching for her, five years of waiting, while my fate was out there with another man. If I do not break Freya Wilson, no one else will. She must pay for her sins, for putting my pack in a frenzy for years. A light knock sounded on my door and I let her come in. I knew just who it was. The game's daughter, Allison. My childhood friend who's supported my pack over the years and stood by my side

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears. A pale Yvonne was pushed out from the room. Her best friends huddled around her, and the first thing that came out of her mouth was, "Set up the next punishment. We had those perverts choose him this time. Smuggle him to Southeast Aldoria next time. The underground circles there are far worse. "He can be the toughest man alive, but he'll still come back broken."

Trembling, I fumbled with my bag as I tried to find my phone but he got to his phone first, he’d called Ana and set the phone on speaker so that I could hear their conversation. He asked if she’d brought someone to his room last night and Ana denied that vehemently, she claimed not to remember bringing anyone into his room and my blood boiled. How dare she? How could she do something like this to me and then deny it? Once the call ended, the alpha regarded me quietly and I squirmed in his gaze, feeling lost, vulnerable and overwhelmed. “Let her go and see her out,” he ordered after a little while, now that his men had been motioned back into the room.