I Am Snow Black Novels & Stories

I shouldn't be a damsel in distress all the damn time, but since I found my way here in their world, I have been nothing but a woman in constant need of rescuing and saving, and I despise it. "What's your name? Blaze has been keeping track of your health since last night, and he has been checking in on you frequently. There does not appear to be anything wrong with you, but maybe you're experiencing too much exhaustion." She asserts herself as she tries to sit on the bed to get closer to me. This time, I gave her my name without hesitation. I have a feeling that I can trust her. "I am Snow, and I ran away from home."

I shook my head when I remember Demogorgon form when I first saw him we are not friended back then because we both love the same girl but Snow choice him, I decided to let go of my feelings but I heard that Snow been possessed by black magic that her family heirlooms and she been a bad creature and I heard that a powerful witch lockup her into the book but her family couldn't tell everything because they would die instantly if they would tell a bit regarding that thing. Snow's mother tries to tell it to Demogorgon but before she finishes her sentence she dies in front of my poor friend. And that was all he knows, that Snow was locked up inside of the book because a witch did it, and even ho

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

Yet I simply couldn’t remember where. The vast snowfall drifted through the air like hundreds of white butterflies dancing. A tall figure emerged from the darkness and the falling snow. His narrow boots scraped against the snow with crisp sounds. The man wore black clothes, wrapped in a thick snow-white fur cloak, his jet-black short hair reflecting the pale glow of the snow.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

I won't tell her my name, I won't tell her my name—’ "It's Kaldar." 'Hell!' "Nice to meet you Kaldar." She stretched out a hand and I took it. She was about Tia's height, who was about Dawn's height. They were all about the same height. 'I won't ask her for her name, now I'm actually gonna brush past her and go to where Jhan is—’ "What's your name?" I asked. She smiled lightly, two deep dimples forming at her cheeks. "I'm Nicha. But my wolf name is Snow."

Poor pup looks so confused. "Fuck you, Blake! I've got my man right here, isn't that true, Snow?" Kyrah chuckles and lands on the couch with Snow in her arms. "I thought Snow was my man." I giggle. "We can always share him." She pouts and I shake my head. The song ends and another one by Michael starts playing and the moment he gets to the chorus, Kyrah starts shouting the words. "Tell me how am I supposed to live without you?! Now that I've been loving you so long–"

With her head high up, she massaged her neck. Snow was in black hiking cargo shorts, a black round-neck short-sleeve activewear top with a full zipper at the front, and black combat boots. With two legs' length of distance between us, I positioned myself at a forty-five-degree angle from her center line in a defensive stance. Snow gave me a bored look. My mind went back to what Alpha Vance told me regarding his theory. This was a good chance to see what I could discover. “Are you a Worgen Guardian?”

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.