Lavender Snowe Novels & Stories

This is really private. “After being forced to give up the child, Lavender disappeared into the thin ground. No spy could find her, and there were no records of her anywhere.” He pulls up an ID. My fake ID. “She ran away from California to here and got a new identity with the name Marissa Lovett. Because she needed money desperately, she took on a job at a local strip club.” Yep. I’m never leaving my house ever again. I feel my cheeks being so red and hot that I could probably cook an egg on my face. This has got to be some sort of violation of privacy. I glance at James next to me but he doesn’t return my eye contact.

It was this season of beauty that brought the villagers together for an annual celebration—the 'Fête de la Lavande'—a grand festival dedicated to the lavender harvest. One morning, as the sun rose, casting its warm golden glow over the sleepy chateau, Vincent came to Abigail with the news of the festival. The announcement seemed to break the monotony of their days, infusing a new sense of anticipation and excitement into their peaceful existence. The 'Fête de la Lavande' wasn't just any celebration—it was a vibrant display of the rich culture and traditions of Provence, and Abigail was eager to experience it.

I dream about Rocky and Lavender. They are happy about being reunited and getting to romp around in the deep snow. They play chase and scare fishers and from their burrows, but the rodents disappear from the dream before the wolves can catch them. Lavender’s beautiful tawny fur glimmers in the bright sun beaming against the cloudless blue winter sky. I can feel Rocky’s admiration and love for her. When she lays down next to him and stretches out against his belly, a feeling of contentment doesn’t just fill him, I feel complete as well.

"Emily's supply bag is still in her room. How could she be on the mountain?" Realizing that Shawn was not joking, the colleague grew anxious. "No, this is bad. There was an avalanche two days ago. She must be in trouble. We need to go up and find her—now!" Shawn cut him off irritatedly, "Do you know how rare avalanches are? What are the chances she got caught in one on such a huge mountain? She's just being stubborn and trying to get back at me. I won't give in to her. If she doesn't show up by tomorrow, I'll go myself."

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

Lyra politely got on the car after greeting him. She smiled gently, "Mr. Ambrose, good afternoon." She sat opposite of Tristan, stretched out her hand to put on the seat belt. Tristan seemed to recall something, he averted his gaze early. This woman deals with flowers everyday, her body was full of flowery fragrance. He thought about a place in Snow Mountain, where during summer, the place would be filled with little flowers. The flowery scent would attract many Wolf Clan couples there to admire the flowers in Snow Mountain's cold crisp air.

I was the source of their wonder; I am, to my knowledge, the only lavender wolf in existence. Just as I was on the verge of leaping up in triumphant joy, Linda, our witch, cried out in horror, "NO, IT CAN'T BE! We Must get my sister Sapphire here right away!”

Hence, what she was doing now could only be considered a one-sided confession. After she finished writing, she capped the pen and went out, her chest still stuffy and uncomfortable. Just then, Waverly opened the window and glanced outside. It was snowing. She hadn't noticed before that it was the first snowfall of the year, and it came a little later compared to the previous years. She was fond of snow, as it was white, romantic, and uplifting. It was a gift from God. Swathed in her down jacket, she then went out. By now, there was a light layer of snow on the ground, and it crunched with each step. Moreover, the snow under the streetlights was even more beautiful.

The leaders furrowed their brows at the sight of Snow. Snow was well known in Lilyrose working as the chairman’s assistant at Perfect World Group. Her role as chairman of Lilyrose Bank also made her familiar to the heads of governing bodies.

"Aurora," I whispered, words meant only for the night and this small creature who connected me to her. "I miss you so much." After bringing Snowpaw inside and carefully drying him with a soft towel, I contacted Eva once more. "I need you to arrange something," I said, watching Snowpaw curl contentedly on a cushioned chair. "Anonymously." Eva listened attentively as I outlined my plan. She was to contact Aurora Winters—likely through her assistant Ruby Stone or another neutral channel—to arrange a time and place to return Snowpaw.