Akaza Snowflake Novels & Stories

He clears his throat, shifting his massive weight. "We make a good team, Mara," he corrects gruffly. Before I can respond, a sudden, collective gasp ripples through the courtyard. I spin around, my hand instinctively dropping to my blade. But there is no attack. The refugees aren't looking at the tree line; they are looking up. A single, pristine white snowflake drifts lazily down from the bruised purple sky, landing gently on the sleeve of my dark jacket. Then another. And another.

"If you want, I am a lot more capable of accomplishing anything." "Hmmm, I want... (She closes one eye and shrinks the other) I'd like to see visible flakes of snow. Are you sure you can do that?" Akshara pleaded with him as if she were a kid. With a wink, Dev scoffed at her and waved his fingers again. A glimmer landed on the freezing ceiling of the royal room, and snow began to fall. Akshara was ecstatic and leapt to catch the snowflakes with delight.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

What the hell just happened? Raeherys stood in shock as the fountain of orange liquid, falling from the hole at the ceiling, was all covered by frost. The circular pool at the center turned into icy blue. He recognized the same energy … was it Larice? He wondered. This frost must have belonged to her since she was the only one here in Drava who had such powers.

Luca asks. Which just makes Seyla laugh even harder. But before I can answer, the professor walks in and makes her way to the front of the classroom. Her long silver hair falling down her back. Her bonded following closely behind her. A moon serpent. It's quite literally glowing. I have only ever read about moon serpents. I've never actually seen one in person. I'm beyond fascinated. It's lavender scales shimmering as it glows. I don't think I have ever seen anything quite as beautiful.

I kept it precise the way I kept most things precise, because precision was a tool and imprecision was a liability and I had not survived nineteen days in a northern corridor tracking vampire reconnaissance by being vague about who I was and what I was doing there. I was Silver Dawn. Field investigator. Four years of clean work and a handler who trusted me because I had given him reasons to. I had a theory about Highcliff Hold. And I was about to test it.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad. “This is the new warrior, Isla.” I take a second to compose myself, I feel my wolf close to the surface, he seems in just as much awe as I am. Those big green eyes look up at me with a sparkle, and her plump lips part into a breathtaking smile as she extends out a hand. “Alpha Zac, a pleasure to meet you”. Pleasure? I’d sure like to show her what real pleasure is…There is a calming warmth radiating through her handshake.

His hands were in his pockets, and he was all alone. Suddenly, the sky started to sprinkle down white flakes... They were not petals but snow. It did not snow much in Westwood, and Zara had not expected that first snowfall to be so sudden. Yosef looked up at the snow, and Zara thought she saw a snowflake land on his eyelashes. It was white and fragile, a silent kind of sadness. Zara turned her head away as the waiter served the first dish—spaghetti. She took a bite. It lacked flavor, tasting somewhat bitter.

It was always death and evil missions. ‘I’m so glad to be here.’ I said to Kiara, chewing on my food excitedly. I looked at Alpha Kilhan’s plate and saw that he was almost done with his food. Staring at the meals on the table again, I looked for something else to feed him with, and just then, my gaze fell on the peppered skewers. They looked so delicious. I dug my spoon into it and scooped a generous amount. I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate.