Wind Chill Novelas e Histórias

Olivia's POV The cold was no longer just a sensation; it was a physical weight, pressing against my chest and seeped into my bones. I sat on that weathered wooden bench, my breath hitching in puffs of white vapor that vanished into the dark, misty air of Willow Creek. I wrapped my arms around myself, clutching the charcoal wool coat. It was thick, smelled faintly of his expensive cedarwood cologne, and was currently the only thing keeping me from shattering into ice.

The crevice between the boulders was a tomb of cold granite. The wind, deflected and channeled by the massive stones, created a keening, inhuman whistle that gnawed at the edges of Anton’s consciousness. His body, pressed against Sabatine’s back, had passed through shivering into a deep, dangerous lethargy. The heat he was trying to impart was a ghost of warmth, stolen by the relentless chill of the rock beneath them and the frozen air around them.

The distant chirping of birds, the occasional howl of nocturnal creatures, and the rustling of leaves beneath the carriage wheels filled the silence from time to time. Branches snapped lightly as the horses moved forward, their breath visible in the cold night air. The atmosphere was calm. Peaceful. But the air was bitterly cold. A thin layer of frost clung to the ground, and the wind carried a sharp chill that bit into the skin. For werewolves, it was nothing. Barely even noticeable. But for humans… It was deadly. Cold enough to freeze someone to death if exposed for too long. Despite the heavy clothing wrapped around my body, I was already shivering.

The howling of the wind was as similar as a roar. “Hmph…” Zephyr huffed, increasing his speed. After about ten clicks, Zephyr felt his body shake violently. A great wave of energy had appeared suddenly. This blast of energy felt like an iceberg had fallen on him, with it came wave after wave of terrible surges of energy. As he surveyed the area around, he noted that it was not only colder here but more ice had formed as well. Even his strong stomps barely dented the ice below him.

#Supernatural realm# #Riddles vs fate# #three hours ultimatum# Que sera sera{what will be will be} Elena's POV As a creature of the night, a dangerously low degree temperature such as ten degrees Celsius and below is considered a norm. A strong wind blew through the room with a powerful passion, slamming doors so hard like a chaotic drum beat--a marching band with no finger making them want to fall off their hinges, ruffling everyone's hair, and controlling every single object in the room.

My cousins peaked out from the end of the group, also in thick black clothes. I may be the only one in green and red, but I could tell that I was also the only one not freezing. A little flurry of snow was starting to fall and if I had to guess by the biting wind, it was likely -3c by now. The wind was doing the coven no favors. However, with the exception of my ears and nose, the rest of me remained pleasantly comfortable.

The ones I saw were either the car was filled with passengers or the driver was refusing to go to my destination because of the weather. It was winter, and a harsh winter wind blew out of the evening sky. It roared out of the frigid north and thrashed the brooking bushes while I walked on the track road, where I could barely see anyone passing through. The force of it bent trees, whipping their bare branches like angry lashes, as I continued to struggle to walk because the force that came from the wind never stopped pulling me backward. Even though I wore a hoodie, the cold was irresistible. Seeping through my thick layers of clothing, attacking seams and zip tracks and spots of thin insulat

Atif believes that his heart will survive and he's going to be fine. “Thank you for understanding me." Haya said. Atif didn't answer. They are in that dramatic moment when a cold wind blows from the window. The snowflakes gets in when the wind blows hard. They both quickly go to the window and look out to see what is happening outside. The weather gets bad as if there is a snow storm. A snowstorm is a very heavy fall of snow, usually when there is also a strong wind blowing at the same time. The snow begins to cover the street. The street looks icy. Atif's car is almost covered with snow flakes.

Window shutters bang loudly, as the wind screams an unsettling warning, and David tosses and turns underneath his thick, heavy blankets all throughout the night. The weighty, nearly suffocating fabrics, do nothing this cold winter night to ease the chill, as his body releases cold sweats of fear that cool his body and lower his temperature even further, causing his hands to moisten until clammy and wrinkled. The cabin releases low groans and creaks in response to the battering from the viscous winds. From outside you catch glimpses of what appears to be a figure stalking around your place, but the thick snow and bickering winds heavily obscure your sight, making it impossible to tell what th

The wind was harsh on my cheeks. Sub-zero wasn't exactly a temperature I was comfortable with. As much as third generation bodies were made to withstand the cold, we still feel the chill although we can't die from it, a true method of torture. Thankfully the visor on my face, which existed for a solely decorative purpose previously, now served a far more important function of keeping the wind out of my eyes.