Snow Crash Novels & Stories

‘WE CAN’T JUST ABANDON HIM! As my panic hits an all-time high, a loud roar fills the air, and the ground beneath us violently shakes, threatening to throw us from our shelter. ‘Get down!’ Cyrus hisses, using his body to lock me between the rock we are hiding behind and himself just as the wall of snow comes crashing around us. ‘Hang on!’ Gritting my teeth, I watch helplessly as the snow continues to crash around us, burying everything in its path as it does. I don’t know how much time passes before the plumes of snow rushing past us finally begin to slow and then stop altogether, but I don’t care. Each minute that passes is a minute that Fineon is alone and possibly severely hurt.

On a picnic table and benches by the trampled ground where the trailer used to be, glittering snowflakes catch on the leaves of dozens of potted plants and cuttings in glass jars, sparkling in the starlight. Rosie’s warm scent fades second by second as the first snow of the season falls, and my pulse throbs. My wolf howls his rage, his condemnation. I am too late. My brain roars, and I surge back into my body, seizing my limbs, wheeling around the yard. “Rosie!” I bound onto the shack’s porch, rattle the locked door and bang on the window. “Witch!” I roar. I know Abertha isn’t here—her scent is days old—but my bare feet pound across the porch, behind the shack, searching because what else ca

Their whistles became the tune, and the cling-clang the beat. Draven, Snow and Nayara were having a hard time fighting with the fox. Oliver ran to them, but at that moment, the fox suddenly let out a loud growl, pushing the three backwards and stopping Oliver from getting near. “Ack!” Snow clutched her head and dropped her blades on the ground. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. She felt something come up to her throat and before she knew it, she was coughing up blood. “Snow! Are you alright?” Nayara ran to her, but the fox’s tail slapped her body away. She lost consciousness in an instant.

Parameters had to be set, and a time limit introduced, simply put when human technology advanced to a certain point, when it could be used to destroy those vast resources, a meeting of the Intergalactic Council would be called. Those pesky humans could not be trusted not to destroy their pretty little planet by constantly fighting with each other and that would not be allowed under any circumstance. Alexis was the Snow Wolf Pack Alpha and he was utterly gorgeous, all six feet five inches of him, not an ounce was wasted, with his long ash blonde hair and ice blue eyes, toned muscled body, slender hips, powerful long legs and a devastating smile that made him every female's fantasy male. Needl

However, what came instead was news of a blizzard sealing off the mountain and a search team returning with nothing but a damaged hiking boot. I clutched that boot at the funeral and fainted three times from crying. To find his body, I sold our home and hired a private rescue team, staying at the foot of the mountain for half a year. From there, I developed severe bipolar disorder. The scars on my wrists layered over each other, one on top of the next. A broken laugh escaped me, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “You’re right. People should look to the future.” I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed.

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.

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.

He wrenched the handlebars to the side and slammed the brakes, bringing the snowmobile to an abrupt halt. Eleanor had not been holding on tightly. She was thrown free and crashed into the snow. The once-glorious actress collapsed into terrified sobs, sitting helplessly in the snow without the courage to stand. By then, the two sleds had blocked Cyrus' path. The eight sled dogs barked furiously at him, the sound chilling to the bone as they bared their fangs, blood still smeared at the corners of their mouths.

But then, in a split second, everything disintegrated. A gleam of ice on the slope was invincible, hidden under a thin sheet of powder. My right ski snagged, jerking violently. My body twists and loses balance. I crashed against the slope and screamed, “Aaahh!”. My head struck the snow with a sickening thud. I tumbled multiple times before I finally slid to a lifeless halt at the bottom of the incline. My skis were damaged, one pole snapped into two. ### END OF FLASHBACK ###

I could not stop shaking my head, standing in the snowy field for what felt like forever, trying and failing to make myself believe what had happened. Angry and confused, I dialed Nancy's number, eager to ask her why she had not told me the truth. However, she kept hanging up on me, over and over, until she finally texted me. [I'm busy. Don't call me again until you're ready to say sorry to Hank.] Then I saw Hank's new post online. He and Nancy were playing a game and kissing behind a card, both looking so happy. The post said, [Happy New Year! The lucky number is 147.] He even shared the address of the karaoke place they were at.