Inner Consecrated Snowfield Novels & Stories

He was unable to react but didn't push Joseph away as well. The snow started falling. The maroon-colored plum flowers looked even more beautiful with the falling of snow. Their little peck looked even more beautiful and meaningful. It looked as if everything was meant to be from the beginning. The field, full of different flowers and the snow falling on top, made it look like everything was a scene straight from a romance movie.

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?

Her voice sounded so far away. “Ma'am? I need to get the box.” When I finally looked up, I saw that at least 15 people surrounded me. I slowly extended my arm to hand her the box. Someone took that as a sign and handed me a bottle of water. “ Snow?. Snow? You're pale. You should have some water. Snow?” The world spun and then everything went black. When I woke up I was in a hospital room with a nurse by my bed, taking vitals.

I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed. “So, I’ll leave you in the past, too.” Then, I turned and walked away. As I passed the largest painting in the gallery, I paused. Its title was ‘Rebirth.’ In the painting, a girl ran freely under the sunlight, her back turned to the viewer, and the girl was Jane. However, in the lower right corner, almost hidden, was a small cluster of white flowers. They were lilies. Ethan once told me I was the only flower in his barren life. Now, those flowers had become nothing more than roadside decoration—something to be trampled without a second thought.

It snowed all day, high, drifting squalls that spun mirages against the burnt stumps and corrugated trunks. Fog descended in the valleys, a sourceless blanket that made even the mossy ruins look secretive and strange. Elena’s world narrowed to the next step, the next patch of ice, the rhythm of her boots and the gnarl of her hips as she adjusted to her compressing center of gravity. The men flanked her, but never too close—they’d stopped hovering as her insistence and exhaustion became indistinguishable.

Winter arrived quietly. The skies dimmed, the woods thickened with blue shadow, and the world seemed to hold its breath. In Moonrise, peace settled like snowfall. Fields were tended. Children’s laughter filled the main hall. Aria’s daughter, once fragile, now thrived—cherished by all as a living promise. But beyond the warmth of the village, the land held memories older than the pack. Along the northern border, frozen rivers and wind-swept forests stood untouched, keeping their own counsel. There, on a night of rising wind and drifting snow, something ancient began to stir.

Her wolf ached for freedom. “I’ll be back later,” she said. Amaya nodded and left. Snow stepped into the woods. Fleur’s voice rang in her mind. “Finally, let me out!” Snow chuckled softly. “Let’s go deeper first. Be careful. Human hunters are everywhere.” Her wolf growled in disagreement. “Let me out! For once!” Snow transformed, her white wolf leaping gracefully into the forest. She ran, paws pounding the damp earth, wind rushing past her. Trees blurred by until a strange scent stopped her.

--Snows glows white on the mountain tonight, Not a footprint to be seen, A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the Queen...-- Snow's POV. I stopped in my tracks with my fingers clasping the door handle, ready to push the button and pull it open when the voice behind me ordered. "Come here." I swallowed hard before turning around slowly, heaviness of something I could pinpoint as nervousness settled in the deepest pits of my very empty stomach, the emotions rolling around from side to side and leaving me a nervous wreck.

The portal shimmer vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the snowfield silent and the wolves breathing like they had just sprinted across the entire territory. Then it started snowing. Not regular snow. Unnatural snow. The kind of snow that fell straight down without drifting, glowing faintly like moonlit embers and humming. Humming. Snow should not hum. Snow should fall quietly and behave itself. This snow had opinions. Lucian looked up at the sky and screamed. “Why is it singing?”