Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

It was over. The first snowflake landed on my nose. Then another. We looked up. The clear twilight sky was cloudless. Yet, snow was falling—thick, silent, and as perfectly white and seamless as a Watcher’s cell. But this was different. Each flake was not just white; it was a tiny, frozen shard of silence. Where they landed, sound didn't just mute; it was extinguished. The chirp of a cricket, snuffed. The babble of the creek, gone. The wind in the pines, erased.

**Zara’s POV** The first snow of winter blankets the Bloodfang territory, turning the forest into a glittering wonderland. The pack is quieter now, the echoes of battle replaced by the soft crunch of snow underfoot. But peace is fragile, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s only a matter of time before the next storm hits. The twins are outside, their laughter ringing through the clearing as they chase each other through the snow. Selene’s glow leaves faint trails of light in her wake, while Silas’s silver eyes glint with mischief. They’re children, but they’re also so much more.

The soot-stained snow of the valley didn’t melt; it drank the blood of the High Council’s elite until the pristine white plains of the North looked like a map of broken veins. The silence that followed the massacre was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, agonizing drip-drip-drip of crimson from the edge of Silas’s obsidian broadsword.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

"That it would come back next year." Silvyr pressed her face back against the cold glass, her breath condensing into a small circle of white fog. She wiped it away with her sleeve and kept looking, even though the horizon was empty. She was waiting for the Snowfeather to come back. Waiting for next spring. She knew it would come back. Silas's words must be true. He had waited so long.

She opened her left eye and gazed at the spot where the wolf was, but… The wolf snuggled Snow as she lay there on the floor, with fur as white as snow, the white wolf’s bluish eyes looking feminine and gazing at her. “She likes you,” the female said, and Snow rolled her eyes. “Yeah, she does,” she remarked sarcastically, and the female chuckled; she walked towards the wolf, stroking its head gently. “She’s ours,” she added and gently caressed the wolf’s fur, "The silk white fur of the wolf, like freshly fallen snow, seemed to glow in the light. Her blue ocean eyes stared deep into Snow's, holding a mysterious allure.

It was a beautiful, terrifying dance. They moved across the packed dirt and frost, their breaths pluming in the freezing air in perfect rhythm. Sienna’s movements were crisp, technical, and brutally efficient, a testament to her past. Aria’s movements were fluid, organic, and wildly unpredictable, a testament to a life built on adapting to the storm.

she said, loud enough for the walls to hear. The silence that followed was deafening. Then Malcolm whispered, low and venomous “Then I hope you’re ready to bury every piece of your past. Because from this moment on, you are no longer my daughter.” Lana stood frozen as the words echoed: You are no longer my daughter. For a second, it felt like the walls of the Silken Group’s high-rise had swallowed the air, as if every glass panel had turned against her. But Dominic reached for her hand—not to save her, but to anchor her. His grip was steady, warm, defiant.

“Even though we haven’t managed to find Ms. Riverra’s corpse, based on the amount of blood we found at the scene of the crime, we believe she was dismembered.” “Dismembered?” “Yes. We also found severed hands and legs in the snow, but we didn’t find her torso or head.” “No… Impossible… It can’t be her. I’m sure it’s not her… You must be mistaken.” “Mr. Clark, I hope that you’ll accept the truth. We’re also sorry that such a thing happened to Ms. Riverra, but the more important thing now is to catch her murderer. Mr. Clark, please think: when was the last time you contacted Ms. Riverra. Was there anything strange about her?”

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.