Warmth Chapter Two Novels & Stories

Chapter 31 – Grace Warmth, that's what surrounded me. The feel of a solid body against mine as I lay on a comfortable surface that smells like sunlight on a summer day. I smile, snuggling closer to the warm body, happy to not feel any pain or exhaustion. "Is she up yet?” Some one whispers, their lyrical voice reaching my ears.

“I really love what you do here, I could help with the follow-up and see if anything can be done to hasten the process.” Her eyes widened, “I’d be really glad if you could do that.” “By tomorrow.” She mumbled a thank you as I walked away. And if it wasn’t that I was starting to feel weird, I’d have gone to way more people. But the body was hellishly strange like it was trying to pass a message across to me. Back at the wing, I noticed it properly for the first time and that was when I realized that the warmth from earlier wasn’t just normal and it also hadn’t gone away at all, it only got more specific and I hadn’t noticed it all day because I was really occupied.

Quick note: Hey everyone! I just quickly wanted to say thank you so much for the support and understanding with the lack of updates. Life has been super hectic recently with a lot of life changes and the past week I’ve been on holiday. I am now insanely sunburnt and inside for a while to write. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, I know it's short but I struggled to get back in the flow, there are mannnyyyy more chapters coming soon <3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty

She tucks herself closer. I rest my chin on the top of her head. Outside the city hums its indifferent nighttime hum. In here everything is warm and complicated and real and entirely worth every one of those six weeks. Arc 21: Undone continues in Chapter 58...

TAKE ME, RUIN ME CHAPTER 21 CHAPTER 21: UNWAVERING CONFIDENCE The sudden loss of his hands makes me flinch. One moment, the air was thick with heat and the heavy weight of his touch, and the next, he is gone. I am left kneeling there, breathing hard, my chest heaving as I try to find my bearings. I feel completely lost in the wake of the sensations that have finally departed from me. It’s like being plunged into ice water after standing too close to a fire.

She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of the Frostspire, the firelight dancing on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Tess stood beside her, her blonde hair loose, spilling over her shoulders in golden waves, her hazel eyes soft with love, her cloak set aside, her tunic clean and embroidered with silver, her skin flushed from the warmth, the firelight dancing on her face, the village a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. Dawn, her wolf, lounged beside Spark, her golden fur ruffled by the breeze, her amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared victory. Tess’s voice was steady, her hand resting on Lila’s shoulder, the warmth of

Heat from hidden conduits, heat from the city working, heat from a place that grows bodies and calls the warmth care. I curl my toes against them and hate the room for being warm. My forearms ache like split sticks. The child burns under my skin. Somewhere above me, the city is learning my measurements. For one breath, I cannot find the part of me that knows the dead thing lied.

Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father? I reached for the journal again, trembling fingers brushing the edges of its leather cover. As soon as I touched it, a rush of heat surged through me, making my whole body stiffen. It was like holding a live wire—hot, unpredictable, and far too alive for comfort. The power thrummed in my chest, twisting in a way that made my fingers ache as I gripped the book. A cold sweat broke out across my back as the heat from the journal surged again, burning through my veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. Was this the power of my birthright? It felt more like a curse, a gnawing, insistent force that seemed determined to break

So when the past knocks, Don’t open the door, open your heart, breathe deep and remind yourself; You are not what broke you. You are what survived it. -Poem lifted from ‘Yellowstone Wolves’. ALAYNA’s POV Warmth. That is the first thing I notice. Not the choking heat of the mansion's chambers or the sterile chill of Wanda’s clinic. This is real warmth. Soft, cosy and gentle. My fingers curl slightly, brushing against something coarse but clean. They feel like cotton sheets. Strange, I do not have cotton sheets in my room, they are all silken, just the way Drake likes them.

Julian tipped over the edge after me, making me feel warm inside. Warm! It was the first thing I noticed as I gradually descended from my high. Now that we both were at the same temperature, he felt warm inside me and not cool. Julian retracted his fangs but kept his lips close to my skin, "Get dressed, we've got a body to get rid of." __________________________________________ ***Author's Note: This was basically the length of 3 updates in one chapter so enjoy! If you haven't already, check out my book Gunnar available on GN and check out book two which is called Ace!!!