Inner Consecrated Snowfield Novels & Stories

ARIA'S POV The storm came down from the northern peaks without a breath of wind, dropping five feet of heavy, velvety snow between twilight and dawn. By morning, the world beyond the roof overhang was reduced to a vast, shimmering white canvas, so quiet that the simple drop of a snow-laden hemlock bough echoed across the courtyard like a whisper in an empty chapel. The valley had been swallowed whole, wrapped in the deep, muffled stillness of midwinter.

But as I analyzed, he seemed delighted with what he saw, and it made me very apprehensive. "Is this a way of talking to your niece, my son?" rebuked Mr. Rodolfo. " Niece?" he asked, only then taking his eyes off Sarah and looking questioningly at her parents and then, towards João Pedro, as if she could not understand what such a word meant. "But how? '' "My son, you're embarrassing us all," Marta spoke with a small laugh accompanied by a discreet screech. " Sarah Mendes de Albuquerque, his niece, João Felipe. Daughter of her brothers João Pedro and Viviane. ''

The hairs on Nueva's neck rose, and shivers ran down her back as the mirror's energies connected with her Mana. "Relax and let the forces guide you to where you need to go" Perla's voice comforted her as Nueva's vision clouded over and the mirror began playing images in her mind. Darkness encircled her as she entered Inverno. Then, the bottomless dark turned into blinding white as the realm of winter opened up around her. A dense layer of fog consumed the area. There were hardly any traces of the Sun. Instead, mesmerising snowflakes dropped down like soft fluffy cotton covering the trees until they drooped heavily towards the ground. Clear white long, slender shadows and sculptured shapes ro

The final morning of the three-day deadline. A fine snow fell across the ice plains. The most common kind of snow in the Northern Territories. The granules impossibly fine. When the wind swept them up, they looked like fragments of crushed chalk. They did not melt when they landed on armor. They accumulated in the folds of the banners. Dyeing the colors of the seven territorial flags into a uniform grey-white. Luna stood on the basalt ridge at the edge of the ice plains. She looked toward the entrance of the tomb.

Lucien looked at him. "What's the First Snow?" Isaac's voice became almost a whisper. "The Covenant's final judgment." "And once it begins..." "...no one leaves the mountain alive."

"It does sound better than here.” "I know so," Cedric replied. "This mating ceremony. The crowning of your Luna. These aren’t things to be done boxed in by traffic and glass towers. They deserve to happen where the Winters line began. Where it belongs." Silas was quiet for a beat, then nodded. "You’re right. It’s time." Cedric raised his glass slightly. "Then let’s bring everyone home." Outside, the snow kept falling, quiet and constant, as if the land itself waited for their return.

He was the Reincarnation of the long-dead Alpha of Snowfall, and now he had brought the snow with him to the city, a city that had never seen snow. His other paw touched the earth once again, and it had the same effect, his pack watching him to see what would happen. He moved his whole body beyond the borderline, and snow now fell from the sky above him. The ground froze beneath him, covering the little grass and wet floor with a thin sheet of ice, and as he moved forward, everything before him froze too, transforming the night into a glittering beauty.

I rolled my eyes, "Right." We both again stood in silence, watching the snow fall. The flakes hitting the glass and melting instantly. The ground getting more packed with a smooth sheet of white. "It's beautiful." I smiled, my eyes following the flakes down to the ground of the football field that wasn't recognizable anymore. "Hmmm," Dallas mumbled lightly, looking at me from the corner of his eyes. "You know," I started softly, locking my eyes with his. "You can trust me, tell me things, anything." I shrugged lightly because I didn't want to make it a big deal.

When they passed through an endless white field, Lea couldn't help but seize the opportunity to grab Kisa's hand, "Kisa, look! It's so beautiful." Kisa lifted her gaze and gave a brief glimpse. All the fields were covered in snow. At first glance, it was a beautiful vast expanse of whiteness. The scenery was out of this world. Lea felt strange and guilty simultaneously, seeing Kisa staring out the window without replying. Lea then started another conversation, "Kisa, let's make a snowman after we return." "Alright." "There's a lot of snow this year. Will it continue to snow after the New Year? I had never liked snow before, but I started to like snow after seeing such a beautiful snowscape.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.