Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

The sun came up over the mountains, and for the first time in three days, the world was not white and blurry. The sky was a bright, clear blue. The snow on the trees was sparkling like diamonds. The storm was finally over. The silence outside was beautiful, but inside the cabin, the silence felt a little bit sad. Both Julian and Sienna knew what the clear sky meant. It meant the roads would be cleared. It meant she could go back to her life in the city.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

Rose said proudly. “Not yet,” came a familiar voice from behind us. We turned to see Sabrina smiling, eyes glinting with mischief. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, and a soft shimmer began to trail from her fingers. In an instant, sparkling snowflakes floated from her fingertips, drifting onto the branches, each one glowing with an icy, enchanted light. With a gentle flick, tendrils of blue and silver light wove through the branches, making them gleam as if kissed by a starlit frost.

And then—right in the middle of that fragile silence— A single white flake landed on Isabella’s dark bangs. Another settled on the tip of her small nose. Two more fell onto Dante’s shoulders. Isabella looked up. The copper-toned sky was releasing soft, hesitant flurries, descending in a rhythm that was steady but uncertain. “Snow.” One word from Isabella’s lips dissolved the last remnant of tension between them. “Dante—look, the first snow—” Dante gripped her arm and helped her to her feet.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

“You’re impossible.” As I made my way to the window, I heard the rustle of blankets behind me. The dark curtains parted with a quiet swoosh, and the soft light of morning poured in. Everything outside was buried under a fresh coat of snow. It was the kind of scene that made me pause, even now, to remind myself this was real. Silas’s steps were slow as he came up behind me, his arms circling my waist again. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and for a while, we both just stared out at the world, letting the stillness stretch between us.

CHAPTER 16 ****AURELIO'S VILLA**** Snow was looking outside the window enjoying the fresh evening breeze that was blowing cold whispers through the trees. It was so cool, caressing softly on snow's skin like a gentle sigh. Her hair was flowing like an enchanting queen, according to the rhythm of the breeze. The soft, faint scent of flowers and earth it carried filled Snow's petals with vents like an island filled with blossoms. Snow had her eyes closed, her palms spread apart as she let the peaceful breeze flow through her system. The soft knock on the door brought her out of her amazing wonderland.

“The place where dreams walk.” Serakha nodded. “Yes.” Lucian sighed. “Wonderful.” They began again, the wind sharper, colder. They began walking and snow started to fall — light at first, then thicker. But this snow wasn’t white. It was black. Lucian wheeled a flake of snow in his palm. It melted, and left only soot. Kael looked up, frowning. “Ash?” Serakha narrowed her eyes. “No. Memory.” Lucian turned to her. “What do you mean?”

He stumbled, falling into the bloody snow. Silas Vane smiled, lifting a heavy, glinting weapon from the ground. It was a massive, weighted net, the thick fibers woven with a shimmering, metallic thread. Silver. "No!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roaring wind. Silas threw the net with perfect, practiced precision. It soared through the air, expanding like a spider's web, before crashing down directly over Eldrick’s massive black body. The moment the silver fibers touched his fur, a horrific sizzling sound echoed through the canyon.