I Am Snow Black Novels & Stories

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

A gust of cold air blew in as soon as the door opened, the breath was white mist. The sky darkened, and the falling snow seemed to be painted with a layer of light in the light, falling quietly. It was beautiful. Jane stood there looking at the snowscape, forgetting to leave. In a trance, a tall figure approached step by step. The man was wearing a black wool coat, and as he walked, the coat was lifted, revealing a suit of the same color. He stepped on the thin layer of snow, leaving his footprints. Snowflakes fell and landed on his shoulders. There was an additional layer of white on his black cloth. Some snowflakes melted and turned into small drops of water. They sparkled under the light

The polar night in Iceland was a suffocating shroud of absolute black, broken only by the low, ghostly howl of the wind through the fortress ventilation shafts. It sounded like a choir of restless spirits wandering the frozen wastes outside. In the command center, the holographic projection hummed, freezing the final, agonizing frame of the live feed: Summer, bound and broken on the deck of the Black Snake, her face a mask of pallid terror. Tears mingled with the dark streaks of blood on her cheeks, and her lips moved in a silent, desperate plea that Ava could read with haunting clarity—Ava, don’t come.

She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions. Now, snow, especially the first snow, always filled her with longing and reminders of a sad memory. A memory that was hers, but at the same time, wasn’t. Now the snow which was once her favorite thing ever just made her restless, miserable, and always clouded her with a shroud of deep sadness. Especially the first snow. Scarlett's lips lifted in a tiny grimace as she recalled a day she gave in to the pressure and cried. Though it would’ve been laughable to anyone, there was nothing remotely funny about it to her. Because she was someone with a connection to her past life.

When Snow approaches the black wolf, he lies beside him and turns his muzzle to look at him. The black wolf is excited by the proximity and wags his tail. "What's your name?" - Snow asks, by mind-link. “My name's Sonny, and I'm the best part of Klaus” – he replies. “Hey” – the offended Klaus says.- “You're half of me, so don't say those things” Snow laughs. “My name is Snow” – Angel's wolf answers.

Snow fell in soft spirals, the sky a silvery gray canvas. “Did it snow all night?” I asked, quietly. “Yes,” he replied with a faint scoff. “I hate the snow. Crimson Dusk has long, bitter winters. But the season will pass. Very soon.” I nodded absently, but it wasn’t the cold that bothered me. It was the image of the captives, Zevarion, sleeping outside, shivering under open skies, stripped of warmth. I imagined the snow clinging to their skin, burying them slowly.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

"But we need to expand. New York is ours, blackwood is ours, It’s time to see what else we can conquer." He picked me up, ignoring the pain in his ribs, and carried me toward the leather sofa near the fire. "But first," Nico said, laying me down and hovering over me, "I have some catching up to do, the doctor said no strenuous activity..." He smirked, sliding the silk robe off my shoulder. "...but I think I can make an exception for the Queen." *** The first snow of the winter began to fall over Blackwood University late on a Tuesday night. It was just large, lazy flakes drifting down.

“It is. It’s been very long Ace. But not that long since we spoke last week. How have you been?” “I’m doing well Lana. You?” He replied. “I’m good as well.” “How is your father and the business?” “My father is doing well. And the business is running smoothly too.” “That’s good to hear.” “Yeah. Meet my lovely friend Raven Snow.” She pinched my arm and I forced a smile. “Good evening Mr. Black.” I greeted and he nodded. “Raven is a talented artist and a very intelligent woman.” Lana added. “An artist you say?” He quirked up a brow with a smirk.

Damn right! “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same, Colt. I mean even just a teeny tiny changes of waves in your heartbeat when she calls you—” “No!” Well, that was fast. “Liar,” Frost muttered, still grinning. “Now who’s full of shit? Shove that to your ass because you can’t fool me when it’s clearer than the sky, Officer Snow,” he snickered. “Just shut up. You, yourself didn’t come from a romance novel,” Colt snickered back.