Demon Snow Book Novels & Stories

Hair hair is plastered to her wet cheeks, as she continues to sob, clearly in overwhelming shock. Marek looks at me, breathing heavily. His entire front drips with white blood, some of it even on his face. He then turns to look down at the pincers, which however long ago, once clutched his sister’s dead body. I can see him trying to process his emotions, but there’s no time for that, as the ground rumbles, and when I turn, the Snow Demon emerges from the snow, heaving onto it’s stomach. Most of it’s tail is missing, blood continuing to spurt out from behind it. It’s weak, as it slides across the ice, but with those disturbing claws, it could still kill us.

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

Albus's handsome face with deep eyes that washed away looked so enchanting. Then there was the sound of explosions from various directions accompanied by bursts of snowflakes in various directions. BOOM! KABOOM! BLAST! CRUSH! CRUSH! CRUSH!!! Immediately, all over the surface of the snow desert, there was a loud sound due to the sound of the demon's body frozen into an ice sculpture cracking, crumbling, and shattering into pieces. The entire snow desert was filled with demon shards that had crumbled into black, cold dust. Lycus, with his mouth agape in surprise, witnessed the body of the demon surrounding Genbu being crushed into pieces into black snowflakes. White snowflakes fell from the sk

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

"Why?" "This Snow Demon targets Summoners. It buries itself in the snow, using the victim of it's last kill to set up a trap to lure unsuspecting people to it. Because it only killed Summoner's, it was able to use the remnants of ones power to turn the last corpse into something else. If someone was walking by, it would see what appeared to be a loved one in danger, but it would just be a trap." "That's terrifying," I shudder. It's a cruel reminder that Tani after often not innocent, but can be cruel and disturbing.