Rwby Winter Schnee Novels & Stories

{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind.

I thought about being four years old and that sure, I thought about what it cost and what it was worth. Parents arrived in the particular way of people who are trying to appear casual about something they are not remotely casual about: phones out, good angles identified, the collective held breath of people about to be completely undone by small children singing about weather. Ethan had not been to one of these before, I knew that without asking, through observation, through the texture of his silences. He'd missed the winter one. He'd been in Tokyo, he'd sent flowers to the nursery, which Lily had accepted graciously and which had not, she'd made clear, been quite the same.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

But she was well aware that Ryan would simply not believe her. On the outside, wintry feathers of pure white floated through the ice-kissed air, a great snowfall that quickly turned into a blizzard, as if a sky-dam had burst. With the arrival of the winter storm, a pure white railroad emerges in front of them, made even more commanding by the earthen white and crystal of the surrounding woodland.

He was right. "Tell me about Winter Forest," Troy said softly. I bit my lip, trying to hold myself together. Keaton's hand came down on my shoulder, squeezing gently, his other hand resting on Troy's leg. "It's–It's cold there, but it feels nice. Crisp, and clean. In the winter the snow piles up against the buildings and we used to… used to slide down the snow chutes on flattened cardboard boxes. We–we—" I choked on my tears, not daring to close my eyes lest he take his last breath while they were closed. "The sky is almost purple there, violet, especially when it starts to get dark. The mountains turn pink in the evening when the sun sets. It's… it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

“It’s snowing…” Winter had already started. Small tufts of white snow were gently falling from the sky, but as the sect grounds were protected by a rune array barrier, the central area where the inner sect was located, as well as the peaks belonging to the elders, could not feel the chill of snow and hail. In the courtyard assigned to her, Yin stepped out of her room to look outside at the falling snow from the sky that was gradually being dissolved before it reached the ground. She closed her eyes, wanting to enjoy the breadth of winter...

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces.