Snow Game Thrones Novels & Stories

My breath caught as I pulled back the heavy curtain. "Oh my god!" I squealed, unable to contain my excitement. "It snowed!" A blanket of pristine white covered everything in sight, transforming our kingdom into a winter wonderland. Artemis, my wolf, pranced joyfully in my mind, her excitement mirroring my own. ‘Look how beautiful it is!’ she squealed, her voice brimming with childlike wonder. "What's all the commotion about?" Theo grumbled, his voice rough with sleep. I spun around, beaming at my groggy mates. "It snowed last night!"

The heavy silver pickup truck sliced through the blinding wall of the blizzard, its massive tires roaring as they tore away from the ridge where Marcus Thorne lay bleeding in the snow. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was thick, suffocating, and charged with a terrifying, post-adrenaline silence.

Callista The next morning, I wake up snuggling Theon, feeling happier than ever. The morning sun rays stream into the room, paler now as the fall keeps fading. In about three weeks, winter will be upon us. Distantly, I wonder if it will snow. Back in the Leighwen pack, it snowed in winter. The Rexellen pack isn't that far away, so I guess the same climate applies here as well. We are both clothed because we didn't do anything last night. After cleaning up the dishes from dinner, we just cuddle more in bed, talking about anything and everything.

Kiran approached Snow and asked softly, "What brings you here all of a sudden?" "To keep an eye on you!" Snow burst out laughing after saying it. "Although there’s no need to supervise really, just be cautious with women." "Let's go," Kiran said with a wry smile, taking Snow's hand. They drove away from the clinic. The scenery around Dragonsmount was beautiful, giving a sense of cruising through the landscape. Snow relaxed and then turned to Kiran, asking, "Honey, do you think I might be pregnant?" Kiran shook his head, "I really wouldn't know."

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

I smile at the exchange. My eyes move to his father, who scans me with a gaze full of judgment and uncertainty. I automatically feel self-conscious. Does he already know I’m the weak link? Did Martin tell him? Or someone else in the pack? Can he just sense it? Lena saves me by stepping in front of his stare and smiling. “Alpha Thoran,” she says, hugging him. Surprisingly, he hugs her back, the smallest hint of a smile appearing. “How are you, dear? How is the new pack treating you?” he asks, for a moment deflecting his eyes from me.

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

"Everyone in the underworld knows that the two Kings are on opposing sides. Since your rival joined the Laughing Tiger and the Northern King, you can join the Southern King and ask him for help. Wouldn't that fix things? Why would you need to go all the way to the Youngs?!" Snow rolled her eyes and said. Her looks were incredibly stunning, and she was incredibly sexy as well. Just that eye-rolls was incredibly seductive. Leopard and his subordinates could feel their hearts racing just from that, completely defeated by Snow's beauty.

Snow guided and that is exactly what I did as I slid beneath the huge wolf’s body and grabbed his hind legs before swirling him around and throwing him over the other two wolves so that they went crashing down the peak. “It was fun watching that kind of action and drama,” Snow remarked. “I wish I had popcorn too,” she lamented making me chuckle. “It was not a movie, Snow,” I answered amused. “Yeah ! It was more of a trailer. Now that you killed 9 rogues, this place will surely be under the scanner. You should burn their bodies before anyone deduces their murderer,” Snow urged. “You are right but what about the wolves that I threw down the waterfall ?” I asked worriedly as I peered down the c