Inner Consecrated Snowfield Novels & Stories

Henry and I hastened our pace as well. ...... Late at night, Snowland, perpetually plagued by ice and snow, suddenly grew quiet. However, the more subdued it became, the more unsettling the atmosphere. Pedestrians were scarce on the streets. The silence was abruptly shattered by the eerie howling of wolves. Henry and I stood by the river, with the bound Gamma Leavis of the Snowwolf Pack and his troops by our side. "Look, I have no intention of causing harm to your lives," I declared as I stepped forward, locking eyes with Leavis, who stubbornly resisted my gaze. "On the contrary, I'm here to help you."

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

It’s all darkness she could see, but visualizing her parents’ faces was like visualizing the form of her rapier. Seconds later, Larice imagined herself standing on a snow road, with the winds of winter sending chills on her skin. The gloomy, gray clouds showered a gentle snowfall. Wooden houses surrounded her, roofs all covered in snow, people walking in their winter garments. Then she knew. She was back in her village. When Larice studied the cold environment around, she thought she saw a familiar couple, then her eyes spread wide open. Her parents were there, their backs turned on her. They seemed to be looking at the skies, with tiny snowflakes sprinkling on their raven-black hair.

Micheal explained to the boy, describing the snow-covered mountain tops, "after Escur, all the mountains in the north are equally as large, they too have winter-kissed tops." "Winter?" Yohan echoed. The Witch’s gaze fell to the boy, realizing that he had never experienced the touch of snow. Ignere was always green, always springs, and sometimes the leaves fall, but snow never did touch anything after the barrier. "Winter is cold, so cold the rain falls in icy flakes," he explained, pulling the strap of his bag tighter, "it's beautiful" he continued, his gaze still on Escur, "But sometimes, Winter is harsh and unforgiving."

As we round the final, towering wall of blue ice that guards the sacred grotto, the howling wind abruptly dies down into a heavy, suffocating silence. The sudden cessation of the storm is far more terrifying than the blizzard, signaling that Leah's elemental diversion has served its purpose and that a new, direct obstacle now blocks our path. The oppressive stillness settles over the frozen canyon like a physical weight, making the frantic panting of our exhausted wolf team ring out unnaturally loud against the towering walls of ice.

SANCTUARY AND BETRAYAL The path to the sanctuary carved deeper into the mountains, jagged and treacherous. Snow, once a delicate veil, now clung to the craggy ledges like claws. Lerder’s steps were heavy with more than exhaustion. Elara followed in silence, her fingers still warm with the echo of the last vision that hadn’t yet left her bones.

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.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.

It vanished into the snowy ground. It was like trying to find a tiny needle in a big field of snow, but Nancy did not give up. Her eyes were full of hope as she stared at me. "Samuel, I'll find the ring, and then you'll forgive me," she said. She turned and ran to where the ring had fallen, bending down to move the snow bit by bit. A snowflake landed on my heart, making a little splash, but then everything was calm again. Wendy was waving at me from far away. She had gone with me to visit my mom.