Romans & histoires Blue Snowball Ice

Some looked like large roses, daisies, and even lilies. While some large flowers were submerged in the ice, others were formed from fallen snow and the moisture from the lake, glistening like diamonds. The frozen petals were a magnificent shade of blue and white, their edges curled and twisted as if caught in a gentle breeze. As they approached the lake, the crunching of snow beneath their feet punctuated the stillness and silence of the surrounding winter landscape. “This looks so magical,” Emery commented as her eyes continued to scan the place. But when the breeze came blowing past her, she shivered under its cold touch.

No right word can depict its beauty. He opens the door and I'm instantly hit with his scent which is mixed with a more feminine smell and I instantly know who it belongs to.... Amelia. Rage and anger fills me and I feel like tearing that bitch apart for having what's mine but I control it. Snow however is a different story. She takes control but remains in human form, She paces back and forth around the small living room while sniffing. She looks ready to kill so before she can kill anyone , I force her back and take full control.

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

Her voice sounded so far away. “Ma'am? I need to get the box.” When I finally looked up, I saw that at least 15 people surrounded me. I slowly extended my arm to hand her the box. Someone took that as a sign and handed me a bottle of water. “ Snow?. Snow? You're pale. You should have some water. Snow?” The world spun and then everything went black. When I woke up I was in a hospital room with a nurse by my bed, taking vitals.

Unfortunately, it missed, and the one that he threw back at her did not. “Nancy!” Crystal shouted for backup. “You’ve got to help me!” Nancy clumsily formed a snowball and handed it to Crystal. She threw it at Nathan, but because it had not been packed well enough, it split apart into a million pieces. Noah was better at making snowballs, though, and he handed Crystal one that was the size and weight of a hardball. “Don’t aim for his head,” he whispered. “It’s an ice ball!” Crystal felt its weight, and after a second, she said, “It’s too heavy. You throw it!”

He was already rolling over, every sense on edge, wondering what she saw, when she pointed at Ice's bedroom window. “Look!” she said, clearly delighted and not at all worried about anything. “Snow! Lots of it!” He looked over his shoulder and sure enough, there were big fat flakes coming down, swirling in the wind roaring down from the mountains, illuminated white and bright in the moonlight. And as Ice stared at the snow, he was a bit surprised at his reaction. Or rather, his lack of reaction.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.