Snow Fluff Prodigy Novels & Stories

I will send my underlings as backup! As soon as Albus answered Edmund's request, snowflakes fell from the sky. The snowflakes have a healing effect on Dragons, Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Human Beasts and all Magica’s race. However, the same snowflakes weaken the power of black magic and have a toxic effect on demons. Edmund knelt, tilted his head up to the sky, and opened his mouth wide, letting the snowflakes fall into his mouth. He spread his arms happily.

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

Twenty inches in four hours. "On January 8th, five days from now, there's going to be a sudden snow event. Twenty inches in four hours, starting at 2 PM. No meteorologist will see it coming. It will shut down the entire city." Morrison wrote this down. "And if this doesn't happen?" "Then charge me with whatever you want. But if it does happen exactly as I said, you need to take me seriously about February 14th." "And if we decide you're just lucky?"

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.

By: Jroa X Bosx1ne [Jroa:] It's like you just held my hand, it seems like you've been guiding for a while You lead me and I hug your arm, It makes you fall asleep every time your voice is heard I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:]

Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air." As soon as Venn finished speaking, Amity also regained her strength, gently flying from the air to the ground. Amity looked at Lily again and said, “Try it!”

The rain tasted like copper and regret. Raven Sterling stood at her seventh-floor window, watching Seattle blur into watercolor grays. The city below felt distant safe, human, deliberately small. She pressed her palm against the glass, and frost bloomed beneath her skin before she could stop it. The window didn't freeze over anymore. She'd learned to control that particular betrayal. Most days. Her office was deliberately empty of personality: white walls, abstract art that meant nothing to her, plants that survived neglect the same way she did. The therapist who'd designed it had probably intended the aesthetic to be soothing. Instead, it felt like living inside an unfinished thought.

I'm here if you need me. Resolving myself, I put my hands out and move my fingers back and forth the way Gran taught me, a familiar motion. Cool air blows across my cheek as it rushes by toward the warriors, a gentle current. I picture the tiny flakes of snow tumbling slowly to the ground, soft and pristine, and in no time, they appear, delicate white specks against the gray sky. Pretty soon, the once muddy ground is blanketed in white, transformed into a winter wonderland. A shiver runs through me as the chill reaches down to my core, a deep, pervasive cold. The wind picks up, and I'm focusing really hard to try to keep this from turning into a blizzard, to maintain control.

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

His arms wrapped around her and she felt like she was stealing his heat. "Don't you get cold?" she asked without looking up at him. He stared up at the tarp. "Nope. Thanks to Genetic Tech, I am genetically modified to generate heat, hence all the fire. I do get cold when I don't eat though." "Does that happen often?" "Nope." "That's good," she said, snuggling her cold nose into his chest. The corn chip smell wasn't so unbearable. She had been getting pretty ripe herself. He patted her head. Their little aluminum boat floated quietly down the river as the cold rain turned into snowflakes.