Lavender Snowe Novels & Stories

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

“What do you mean by that, Elara? You are a she wolf, perhaps you are smelling yourself.” She did not smile back. She took a step closer and pinched her nose. “My scent is lavender and vanilla. This is…different. Wild. It clings to you, Drake. That only happens after a very….close proximity.” She took a careful step forward and twitched her nose slightly. “You have not been near any other she wolves tonight. Have you?”

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

They had described the spiritual rain as holy water. “Yeah, Holy Maiden, I heard that the annual bath day for Leviathan Gate lasts for at least one hour, but it’s only been five minutes at most right now. Why did it suddenly stop?” Snow asked, an unsatisfied expression on her face. Snow had gone through the trouble of traveling such a long distance to come here for the sole purpose to bathe in the holy water. She was different from the others. Even her junior sister, Sister Flora, was an actual cultivator, and Snow’s cultivation was only stronger than hers, so naturally, Snow was also an actual cultivator.

Her voice echoed throughout Neptune’s Cove, but nobody paid any attention to her. Lauren and the others were woken up, but they did not come down. Lilian merely frowned in disgust, saying, “Stupid womanizer.” In the parking lot outside, Snow was shocked to hear Kiran’s story. Although she never experienced it herself, she could tell from Lindsay’s face that she was feeling something extraordinary. “I-Is it that magical?” “Do you want to try it?’ Kiran said with a wicked smile. “F*ck off!” Snow’s face was flushed.

Nose is fine, but the cameras are expensive. Suddenly I smell grass, fresh grass, vanilla dew grass. My body gets completely numb as the blood vessels ignite themselves in euphoria. I raise my head in the air and sniff greedily. The smell is so alluring, I couldn't help but turn in its direction. But the cameras’ flash partially blinds me from seeing the person who is emitting such a heavenly scent. My wolf gets restless and howls loudly in my head. His claws dig out and scrape the inner layer of my head in an attempt to come out.

The blizzard hit with vicious fury. Lila Voss gripped the steering wheel of her rented SUV, knuckles white, as the windshield wipers fought a losing battle against the heavy, blinding snow. At 26, she was a freelance travel photographer from New York — used to busy streets, deadlines, and controlled environments. Not this. She had come to the remote Colorado mountains for a magazine assignment: capture the beauty of a luxury isolated cabin in winter. The owner had assured her the road was safe year-round.

"I'm sure Snow is doing a fine job in Track. Aren't you, Snow-Angel?" I brushed my bangs out of my eyes. "It's getting better," I replied, nodding to my dad. "Happy birthday, Snow." Her words surprised me. It wasn't my birthday for a while still. "Thanks," I said, glancing at my dad again. His smile was tight. Viv held a formal lavender dress in her hands. I had no idea what the materials were called, but the spaghetti strapped bodice was shiny, and the bottom half reminded me of a fluffy lavender cloud. T

The comforting scent of dried lavender and pine filled my nose, grounding me to the life I had built. I bit the inside of my lip and looked down at the thick furs covering the floorboards. Five years, and I still let him drag me back there. The Moon Goddess had given me everything I needed to move forward, and I kept looking over my shoulder anyway. She had blessed me with two perfect reasons to look forward instead. “It’s too high for the bad things to climb,” Snow giggled, her small fingers carefully balancing a hand-carved block on top of a precarious wooden tower.