Dashing Through The Snow Book Novels & Stories

Finding no one near I peeled off my shorts and sports bra, shivering at the icy cold air, and shifted into Note. Note shook her fur out, lifted her nose, and scented the air, taking in deep breaths of our surroundings. Then, like a bolt of lightning, she was off. Dashing through the snow-covered ground, heading deeper into the forest. Weaving between trees and ducking under fallen trunks. It was exhilarating, just the feel of the dense wind rippling through her fur as her paws pounded against the crunching ground.

I slumped in the chair and stalked the movement of his hands with my half-mast gaze. "Destroying what should have been destroyed years ago." With those whispered words, he brought the dancing flame to the cover of the book. Flames licked around the edges, blackening the pages until they withered and became a pale white. The ashes trickled down like the beginning of snow on a blistering winter night. Snow. Such a pure element to think of under such circumstances. Snow resembled a blank slate, new beginnings. Maybe this could have been what this was if I had burned the damn book the moment it landed in my possession.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

The snowflakes fall like precious diamonds from the sky. I was surprised by how quiet everything seemed. I could feel the Cold wind whipping against my face and tingling cold fingertips. The only sound I could hear was my boot crunching in the snow. The smell of damp pine trees made the air feel fresh and clean. My red cloak cap was protecting me from the snowfall that was falling heavily.

Asher The wind howled, carrying a bitter chill as we marched toward the battlefield. Snow whipped through the air, stinging like icy shards against my wolf’s fur. Mac's paws crunched through the thick blanket of snow that coated the ground, the cold barely registering in my mind. The forest loomed ahead, its dark silhouettes blurred by the blizzard.

If I did try, I can be assured that I would most likely plummet face first into the snow, and break my nose or something. Instead I jog downstairs, trying to keep my steps light, but quick so I wouldn't wake Aria, or lose Jasper. Just as I had pulled my last shoe over my foot, I swung the door open and emerged into the night. After only a few hours, the snow was already thick on the ground, coating it in untouched ice crystals still fresh from the grey clouds above. Bare trees held the burden of the snow, that lay innocently upon the branches, stirred only by the crisp breeze that hit every so often. This Pack is beautiful, but skin shivering cold.

Slowly I backed up as Isaiah began to apologize to the man and I snuck out the door with Austyn quick on my heels. Together the three of us dashed to the car as snow flurries fell and the white powder crunched under our feet which seemed so loud against the silent landscape. How Austyn moved so quickly on the snow with her red high heels was beyond me but by the time we got to the car and got in, the snow had started to really pick up. Flurries hit the backseat window I looked out of so fast I didn't even have time to memorize the unique patterns and I could hear each little landing with a flick noise.

Northern Wilderness – Dawn after the kidnapping Elara’s POV The forest had no mercy.Snow weighted the pine branches until they bowed low, forming white tunnels that scraped my shoulders and caught in my hair as I pushed forward. My bare feet broke through the frozen crust with every step sharp, wet cold that sliced into skin and bone. Blood from small cuts smeared the snow behind me in faint pink trails, but the pain felt distant, muffled by the emerald fire burning steady in my chest. It wasn’t just keeping me warm. It was keeping me alive. Keeping me moving when every instinct screamed to collapse.My robe was soaked through heavy, clinging to my legs like a second skin of ice. The wind cla

I want to stop, I want to turn around and go back to the car. The sound of my paws behind me, the twigs snapping under the pressure of the snow on top of them, all echo in my ears. I push myself harder, running as fast as my legs can stretch over the deep snow. With each step, my paws sink deep into the snow, pulling up mud that coats the white fur on my stomach and legs. My front paw collides with something cold, something metal underneath the snow. When I put my weight down on the metal, it encloses around my leg. I stumble to the ground hard with a cry of pain immediately, starting to feel the warmth of my own blood coat through my fur.

Daryl and I ride at the front of the vanguard, our soul-tether glowing a brilliant, defiant silver against the dark, stormy sky. The descent down the treacherous mountain switchbacks is a blur of flying snow, pounding hooves, and the fierce, rhythmic howling of our winter wolves as they surge forward with supernatural speed. The wind tears at my cloak and stings my face, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins completely banishes the lingering exhaustion from our subterranean battle in Mercer's factory.