Snow Killer Novels & Stories

Dresna hesitated, then, gathering his confidence, followed me into the crowded interior. I pushed through a throng of customers dressed in white togas, some with colored sashes around their waists. Several of them were already becoming belligerent. When I reached the bar, I pressed my thumb twice to the computerized services to place my order. More than a month’s allowance automatically depleted my savings as two glasses of Drax shot up through an opening on the bar before me. Wow, Drax was an expensive stimulant! “Here’s to our survival,” I laughed, handing a glass to Dresna, who was nervously glancing around the room. I took a sip of the clear liquid and grimaced. Why would anyone travel f

“Sorry, my hand slipped. I was trying to give it to Maverick. He asked for a drink. You know how I add weird combinations together. He just wanted to know how the mix tasted today.” “It’s true, Mrs. Cross. I did.” Maverick was snorting, trying to compose himself. “Krista can’t aim apparently.” I shook my head. This was going to be bad. “What is this?” Ashley pulled her shirt away, now soaked in red liquid. “Koolaid. Sorry, dear. That’s going to stain.” Krista flashed her a bright smile. “It’s the end of the day though, so you should be fine.” Rebecca slammed her hands on the table, which splashed some of the liquid back up at her. “You bitch! You think you can get away with this? What? Did W

As I try to shake it off, the same player leans in, smirking. “Tell me, Jaxon,” he sneers. “Do you fuck her before or after you fuck her brother?” My heart stops, and that’s when I hear it. The snarl. Not from me, not from their bench. Ryker. He flies across the ice like a storm breaking loose. Before the guy can turn around, Ryker drops him with a single punch, sending his helmet spinning across the rink. The refs are blowing their whistles, trying to break it up, but Ryker’s rage is volcanic.

that boyfriend snatcher and her slut of a brother and that stupid George did this to me to keep me from attending their doomed wedding? Oh my God! I'm in so much thoughts. My head aches from alot of thinking. My heart is broken...crushed into a thousand tiny pieces. George is a beast. Did he have to marry Kate, my best friend of all other girls in this world? It hurts...it really hurts! Without thinking twice, I rush to my kitchen cabinet and pick a bottle of Scotch. I unscrew the cap and empty half the contents in my stomach down my throat! The scorching sensation won't stop me from finishing the damn drink.

Kimberly said as she proceeded to the elevator. Kimberly got out of the elevator and made her way through the passage to room thirty six. She opened the door with the key given to her, entered the room and locked it behind her. She then opened her traveling bag, and assembled the M40 sniper parts together, which she previously dismantled to fit into the bag. After that, she removed the wig and sunglasses, then proceeded to the window with the gun and waited for Vladimir to arrive. Her reconnaissance of the casino these past few days had made her become acquainted with the Russian cartel boss’ schedule. He always visited the place around 10 am and 9 pm every day, of which he spends about tw

The kitchen was dark except for the little glow from under-cabinet lighting, and I was pouring myself a glass when I heard footsteps behind me. "You couldn't sleep either?" Adrian asked, and I turned to find him standing in the doorway wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that showed off the defined V of his hips. "Something like that," I said, taking a drink and trying not to stare. Adrian moved into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin when I poured for him. "Your event planner is very attractive," Adrian said suddenly. I nearly choked on my wine. "What?"

Skye asked, anticipating her response. "It's fly, I'm astonished," Scar commented, despite all this Scar's mind was somewhere else, she was absent-minded. Skye noticed this but didn't wanna push it so he asked her something else, "What would you like to have?" Scar sighed wearily, "I need something strong, something hard." "Um, Alright, Do you take vodka?" He asked. Scar nodded, Skye turned his attention to the bartender, "Vodka and whiskey on the rocks." He nodded and started mixing the drinks, and before Scar could blink a drink was in front of her. "Here Señorita." the bartender said.

"Those are specks of collected and restored snow in a small magical vial. The flakes only fall during the lunar eclipse. They're rare... and limited. For decades the lunar eclipse and the -rain of snow dust." "The blacks are allergic to snow dust; it's like wolfsbane to werewolves and silver to bloodsuckers. Snow dust is the weakness of dark sorcerers; a single speck of dust can kill one black," Sir Ferns said. He returned its gaze to the number nine.

Because she’s looking at me like she wanted to murder me when I’m here saving her pretty ass. A fierce growl resounded and snapped in the air as the big-ass wolf—smaller than me though—lunged forward and tried to rip my neck off with those golden, slimy, whale-like teeth of his. Add the slaver. I backed up just as he snapped his teeth, leaving his neck open for attack. Perfect. I didn’t waste time and bit down on his neck, sinking my fangs until it got deep enough for me to tear it clean off his bloody neck.

"Lead the way." On our way back, I remember he told me his name. Alexander Knight. Why does this sound familiar. It definitely rings a bell. Wait, is he ... No! He is Alexander Knight! As in the last Alpha Alexander Knight of Blood Moon pack? Sure, he was famous for his doings. Or should I say infamous? He is a killer! I have heard those stories of how he has killed many packs ruthlessly without thinking twice. Heck I have to come up with a plan soon. I can't stay with him.