Inner Consecrated Snowfield Novels & Stories

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.

She buried her face against the side of his neck, breathing in the familiar, grounding scent of pine, leather, and winter rain. ​Outside, the high mountain sun climbed above the granite peaks, illuminating the untouched snow field in brilliant, blinding light. The past was buried under four feet of alpine powder, and inside the quiet timber sanctuary they had bled to earn, their sovereign peace remained unbroken, absolute, and forever complete.

Parameters had to be set, and a time limit introduced, simply put when human technology advanced to a certain point, when it could be used to destroy those vast resources, a meeting of the Intergalactic Council would be called. Those pesky humans could not be trusted not to destroy their pretty little planet by constantly fighting with each other and that would not be allowed under any circumstance. Alexis was the Snow Wolf Pack Alpha and he was utterly gorgeous, all six feet five inches of him, not an ounce was wasted, with his long ash blonde hair and ice blue eyes, toned muscled body, slender hips, powerful long legs and a devastating smile that made him every female's fantasy male. Needl

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?”

The Siege of the Black Snow While Elias stood in the silent cavern, the Silver Basin was a vision of hell. The sky had turned a bruised, oily purple, and the snow falling from the clouds was pitch black. Where the flakes touched the ground, the grass withered instantly. Where they touched a wolf’s fur, the wolf let out a scream as their strength was sucked away.

She stares up at the dark sky and snow covered trees above her, to avoid looking at the lifeless body beside her. She wishes that he could lay there until the darkness closes in on her, but she know that she can't. Rolling over, she puts her hands on the ground to push herself up. The frozen snow stings her hands, the sharp coldness of it pricking her skin like a thousand painful little needles peircing her flesh. She pushes to her feet carefully and braces herself against the tree until she gets her bearings. Her legs feel like overcooked spaghetti noodles. When she finally wills her legs to support her, she trudges back through the snow on the path of which she made.

"How can you say these things and still have a conscience? You sent her to the Highveil Mountains, where she died of hypothermia! Her body is still up there on the Highveil Mountains!" Chester's every move seemed to be in slow motion. "Why did she, who had so much trouble walking, insist on climbing that snowy mountain?" I stared at him with ice in my gaze. "You already know the answer." Chester shook his head wildly. "No, I didn't do it. I just signed her up for trips all around to help her clear her mind. However, I made sure she was safe. I never sent her to the snowy mountains." He was so pale that he looked like he might fall over. He did not seem to be lying.

We stared at each other and I realized we were both standing now, close enough that I could feel the heat from her body. "I don't think I could hate you even if I tried," I said quietly. "Good," Emma whispered. "Because I'm done trying to hate you." She kissed me and this time I didn't pull away or make excuses, I just kissed her back and let myself feel everything I'd been fighting since the day we met. We were still kissing when Luca cleared his throat from the doorway and we broke apart. "Sorry to interrupt," Luca said, and he looked genuinely apologetic. "But we have a problem. Dominic's back and he brought lawyers."