Rwby Winter Schnee Novels & Stories

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.

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

“We have a pup to bring home.” Outside, thunder rolled. The first snow of winter started to fall. And in the distance, barely audible over the storm, a sound. Not a cry. A howl. Tiny. Defiant. _Alpha._ Rylan was calling for us. ---

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

*Part 1: High Passes – 3:00 AM, Windcut Ridge* Snow came sideways. Kade pulled his cloak tighter and kept his nose to the ground. The woman’s tracks were faint now, half-filled by wind, but still there. Steady. Unhurried. Ryn moved beside him, blade sheathed but hand on the hilt. “She’s not cold,” Ryn said quietly. “Not human cold. No shivering. No slowing down.”

~O~O~O~ It's a cold winter dawn, the sun barely shining its first rays of light over the horizon. Large snowflakes swirled with the wind. Barbie trailed behind her friends. Except for the crunching of their footsteps in the snow and the soft howling of the cold wind, it was quiet. "Brr... I really hate this kind of weather. Winter peak's freezing," Zephrain suddenly complained as he stepped out of the Southern gate. Barbie smiled as she gazed at them before looking back to the gate. "You just lack youthfulness now, Blaise," she heard Clive teasing the prince.

Ryder clears his throat and says, "This is Arianna Snow. Your wolf." What?

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