First Snow Exo Novels & Stories

“It's not the first time you stood there looking at me and letting the door close before finally coming outside.” I approach him and hug him tightly, sniffing his wonderful and expensive perfume. “I missed you, my beautiful,” he says. He smells my hair. I look up to the sky, suddenly realizing— “It's snowing! Hunter, it’s snowing!” I marvel at the white spots calmly falling from the sky. “Let's get in the car, it's freezing out here,” he says, pulling me along. I do as he says climb into the black Lamborghini. The car is gleaming from the snow.

Thousands of wolves erupted from the trenches, a tidal wave of fur and fury crashing against the Syndicate’s exo-shifter infantry. But as the first wave of wolves hit the iron line, the "face-slap" of the Syndicate's true plan was revealed. The Exo-Shifters didn't engage in hand-to-hand combat. They stepped back, and from the shoulders of their suits, they launched Cryo-Spheres—small, humming orbs that exploded into clouds of liquid nitrogen. The wolves, built for the cold of the North, were suddenly encased in a frost so deep it bypassed their natural heat. Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic ham

"We have about ten seconds before the rest of the trucks get down the ridge." I stumbled out of the SUV, my boots sinking into the fresh powder. The wind hit my face like a thousand tiny needles. I'd never been this cold in my entire life, not even close. My fingers went numb immediately, useless dead weights at the ends of my wrists. I watched Vane and Ronan strip out of their ruined clothes, their breath fogging in the frozen air. The shift wasn't majestic. It was gritty and violent, the sound of their bones breaking and reforming echoing over the howling wind. They hit the ground on four paws, massive and terrifying, their fur bristling against the blizzard.

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

Are they immune to it? “Snow is from a family of clerics. It’s their trademark- their skill,” Ace explained. Xy and Josaiah then got up and wiped their faces. They both immediately looked at me, trying to see if I’m okay. I showed them my hand, indicating that everything’s fine. How come Marco and I didn’t get too affected?

He hurriedly whispered, "Reporting to the Special Envoy. That place is called the land of Extreme Snow. It's quite strange." "Every six hours, Extreme Snow will descend for three whole days. The temperature is very low. Not to mention people, even the trees and insects are almost unable to live there. Therefore, gradually, no one will pass by. It is a deserted place." "A deserted place?" The Special Envoy turned his head slightly and looked in that direction, as if he was deep in thought. Pei Shiyuan and Pei Lan looked at each other. Suddenly, both of their eyes were filled with shock. Could it be...?

Only then did Xyla and Stanley leave the hospital together. When they walked out of the building, the sky was gloomy, and it was snowing heavily again. This was the first time it snowed in Atlantis this year. Not only did it come sooner than before, but it also snowed heavier than before. It was believed that snow indicated a good harvest season ahead. Xyla thought that perhaps this would be a year of a good harvest. With only a single layer of pants on, Xyla shivered when cold breezes blew at her…

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.

“Who do you think brought you this?” Alexander shrugged, “It doesn't count.” “So I’ll let that wound rot.” Elijah scoffed. Alexander bit the inside of his cheek and stared at him. “Okay, you’re not that rude,” he mumbled. Elijah chuckled and went to look through the window. “It’s snowing,” he said, staring at the white flakes falling slowly and harmoniously, covering the floor. “The first snow!” Alexander exclaimed. “Damn, I wanted to see it.” “You’re not moving from that bed,” Elijah mumbled.

What mattered was that standing on the bridge, the cold wind blew and feeling that every pore on his body was open, Noah quickly went back to the car and took the scarf, handing it to Tristan. Tristan looked back. "I said I like the sun, but I always look for a cool place in sunny days. I said I like rain, but I always like to hold an umbrella in the rain. I said I love Cora,but I hurt her again and again. Now I say I like the cold wind in the autumn night. I don't want to wear a scarf anymore. I don't want my life to be full of unspeakable refusal. "