Wind Chill Novels & Stories

The afternoon air is crisp and cold, dancing along a little girl's bare shoulders as she rolls down the windows. She shivers slightly as the air turns into a rushing wind, slapping her cheeks. Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort.

He whirled and rapidly came towards me. Cold air blew up and kissed my cheeks and bare skin. The cold was deadly and my body started trembling. I'm gonna die in this cold if I stayed here for a longer time. Still, I managed to walk further. The cold wind hit me and I felt like someone was tearing me apart with an ice sword. New York is chill and every roof is covered with snow like the earth and roofs are wrapped in the blanket of snow.

It was winter, and the snow poured down heavily. The ground was now filled with heaps of snow, and the cold wind blew so heavily causing anything in it's path to shiver from the cold. No human would be able to deal with this, no matter how much clothing they put on.

But sweet gods, it could certainly be cold enough to make up for the lack of snow. A shiver snaked its way up Nicoli’s spine, sharp and sudden, making his teeth clatter and his shoulders hunch reflexively. The chill seemed to creep inside the seams of his wool coat, down into his bones, despite the rabbit-fur lining in his black leather boots. He tightened the folds of his cloak around himself, gloved hands burrowing deep into its warmth. It wasn’t enough. Not against this kind of cold. The kind that didn't just bite—it lingered. It was somehow worse without snow.

The downs are being alone, no one to trust and being constantly on the run. I mean, I have Snow but ........... agghh just forget about it. Currently, I'm running through the forest in wolf form. Running against the wind feeling the slap of wind on my face and I can't help but think that there's no place I'd rather be. I let Snow have fun running around chasing butterflies while I sit back and enjoy how childish she's being. " Hey! I'm not childish!" She says mentally. Ooopps I forgot she could hear me.

I have no way to measure the passage of time except by the growing exhaustion in my limbs and the increasing desperation in my thoughts. After perhaps thirty minutes, or maybe an hour—time has no meaning in this place—I begin to feel a terrible cold sweeping across the landscape like the breath of some cosmic entity. The temperature drops so rapidly that my breath becomes visible in small puffs of vapor, and I wrap my arms around myself in a futile attempt to retain warmth. But this isn't ordinary cold; it's the kind of chill that seeps into your bones and settles there, making the environment extremely uncomfortable in ways that have nothing to do with mere temperature.

Mitch wiggles his too. “Man, you guys are such douchebags,” I say. As we unlock the back doors and open them, the freezing cold air hits us like a burst of coldness and takes my breath away. Roxy begins to shiver. The temperatures in Anchorage at this time of year are extremely low. “You want me to get you a heavy coat?” I ask her concerned she will freeze to death before we get to the shifting spot deep inside the woods. “Yes, please,” she replies with lips already looking like they are turning blue. I place a kiss on them and transfer some of my heat to hers.

Nancy nodded reluctantly. "Okay." When Willow wheeled Talia outside, heavy snow was falling. The temperature had dropped below freezing. It was bitterly cold, and the snowflakes fell like they were being hurled down from the sky. "Talia, are you cold?" As the wheelchair stopped, Willow asked, concerned. Talia reached out and caught some snowflakes in her palm. Watching them slowly melt in her hand, she felt a complex mix of emotions. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I'm not."

The crisp winter air bites at my cheeks as I stand outside, arms crossed tightly over my chest in a futile attempt to ward off the cold. My breath clouds before me, a visible evidence of the biting chill that numbs my nose and face. Despite the warmth of my thick white sweater, gloves, and sturdy boots, the thin fabric of my jeans does little to shield me from the unforgiving breeze. I really wish Efrem didn’t feel the need to be so damn cryptic all the time.

"Yes, I do feel cold" "Well, it's your punishment for buying clothes like this". He shoved his hand into his jeans pocket. Mia rolled her eyes but shivered, her teeth clattering together when a strong wind blew in their direction. "Whatever" she still forced herself to say even with her clattering teeth. Adrian sighed as he took off his sweater and forced her to wear it. He was not wearing anything under the sweater but the wind had nothing on him because he was a werewolf and his body temperature was usually high.