Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

Just before my wedding began, Mom suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. I abandoned everything and rushed her to the emergency department myself. But the moment we arrived, a message appeared in the family group chat. "I've got Rachel tricked into going to the hospital. The ceremony can begin." Dad replied immediately, "Don't worry. I'm already walking Serena down the aisle." My brother, Andrew, added, "Serena waited ten years. Today she can finally marry Isaac openly." All three messages were deleted almost at once. Then my best friend, Phoebe Langdon, accidentally posted a video from the ceremony into the group. In the video, my younger sister Serena Calloway was wearing the w

Rowan  The dawn sky looked like an open wound, red and pulsing above the distant mountain peaks. The cold no longer just bit at my skin. It sank deeper, straight into my bones, into the place where Silas’s legacy lived, that cursed, frozen Alpha power. As we stepped out through the main gate, the pack followed my tracks in the freshly fallen snow without a sound. There was only the soft thud of paws and the heavy clouds of breath that froze instantly in the air.

Nicoli screamed. The sound that tore from him wasn't human—it was the sound of something essential breaking, raw and wordless and absolute. His throat tore with the force of it, tasting copper and desperation. But the air swallowed the scream whole, leaving only the visible puff of his breath curling upward, crystallizing, breaking apart into— Snow. It was snowing again. Thick white flakes materialized from nothing, drifting between him and the room ahead, building a veil that grew more opaque with each heartbeat. Through the gaps, he could still see flashes of color—red silk, silver hair, crimson spreading across white cushions.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

Kiran smiled and said, “Honey, the satin material of your shirt feels nice.” “This is silk!” Snow was flattered, so she said proudly. Kiran nodded in approval and said, “It’s quite see-through!” Snow was stunned, and she yelled angrily, “Pervert!” “I like the color of your bra,” Kiran said. “Go away, pervert!” Snow quickly covered her chest, afraid Kiran would look at it again. Kiran caressed her thighs and said, “Try wearing black stockings next time!” “Y-You’re so dirty-minded!” Snow was blushing so hard she wanted to cry.

The white silk whipped away into the midnight wind, dissolving into the exhaust smoke. Sienna let out a fierce, liberating howl against the gale, her silver hair flying wild as she bared her fangs back at the retreating venue. "Tell your Beta bitch she can keep the scrap territory, Malik! The Okafor Moon Clan owes you nothing but silver and lead!"

I whispered, my breath blooming in a white cloud. Silas stepped out onto the snow beside me, his massive frame looking even more imposing against the backdrop of the white peaks. He wasn't wearing a parka; his Alpha heat was so intense it was actually melting the snowflakes before they could touch his skin. He reached out, his large, warm hand catching my waist to pull me flush against his side. The moment our lines connected, the freezing mountain air didn't matter. The gold and violet energy swirled together, creating a bubble of warmth that felt like home.

The Silken Frost Revel had taken over the manor’s moonlit terrace garden, where long banners of enchanted silk in shades of midnight blue and silver drifted from the trees like living veils. Guests moved between the hanging silks in slow, sensual dances, the fabric shifting and parting to create fleeting pockets of privacy while soft chimes and low drums played. The silks were said to absorb whispered longings and carry them to the winter spirits, cleansing the heart before the solstice’s final nights.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.