Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

CHLOE: Waking to a sudden warmth, I was drawn to the window with a wide smile, feeling relief that winter was finally relenting. The snow had stopped a welcomed pause in its constant fall. But I knew the warmth was more from sealed windows and a cozy duvet. Stepping outside promised a chilling experience. My neck ached from an uncomfortable sleep, prompting a self-administered massage. I couldn't help but wish Alistair might arrange for a masseuse.

This wolf with snow for a pelt had returned to the once vibrant, serene, and beautiful Sanctuary, now defined by destruction, chaos, and ruin. Covered in rubble, blood, and snow as if the magic that had once been protecting it from the elements had been destroyed along with it. The snowy wolf now tinted with both gold and silver as if adorned with jewels from both the Sun and Moon, stood silently in the middle of the destruction, an almost indescribable ethereal beauty exuding from her very being, and finally the chaotic world stood still.

No matter how much Ella provoked her, Ariel ignored her and kept knitting. When Ariel didn't respond, Ella lost her temper. She snatched the sweater from Ariel's hands and threw it into the pond. "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?" Ariel finally snapped. She looked at the sweater floating on the water. "Get in there and pick it up for me." "I won't. What are you going to do about it?" "You won't? Then don't blame me for what happens next."

[The Silence of the Stone] The world didn’t end with a scream. It ended with a breath—his breath, hitched and shallow, ghosting against the hollow of my throat before the light took everything. I woke up in the white. It wasn’t the sterile white of a Macau lab or the blinding white of the spire’s overload. It was the soft, muffled white of a mountain winter. The snow was falling again, thick and indifferent, burying the charred remains of the obsidian needle beneath a blanket of cold mercy.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

The forest had always been quiet in winter. Snow lay thick across the ground and clung to the low branches like white fur. The air itself felt clean and sharp, the kind of cold that made every breath visible. In a small clearing stood a cabin of dark wood, smoke rising thin from the chimney. Inside, a young woman named Snow sat near the fire. She was twenty years old and almost painfully beautiful. Her skin was the purest white, as if the snow outside had settled into her flesh and refused to leave. Her hair was black as wet earth.

Selene’s POV Seven months after the rejection, Ironveil has its first snowfall. It comes overnight, the way the first snow always comes, quietly and without announcement, and in the morning everything is different and exactly the same. The mountains are white at the peaks and the grounds are covered in the particular unmarked stillness of snow that has not yet been walked through, and I stand at the study window with my coffee and look at it and feel something I have been feeling increasingly this season.

Deep enough to make him weep. He stayed like that for a long time. At the ridge, the silence broke. Not violently. Not loudly. Just… differently. Siran stood. She didn’t speak. She didn’t raise her hands. But her presence shifted. And across the bloom’s inner ring, several spirals bloomed without light only color. Deep grey. Soft blue. Violet like old bruises healing beneath skin. Those gathered stepped back instinctively. “What is she doing?” someone whispered. “She’s calling it,” another answered.

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

His cousin and best friend, Sirius Blackheart snapped. Axel did momentarily, turning to him and saying "Could you not exist?" The male shrugged, his gold eyes glowing as he smirked "I try, but even the goddess likes admiring me" Axel rolled his eyes and looked back outside the window "It's so hot" "Axel" A low voice said next to him, her eyes on him "It's snowing" "Well it's not cold" Axel replied, turning to her "How do the wolves here survive?"