Snow Killer Novels & Stories

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.

"So far, no one who has entered this Sin Pack has ever gotten out. It seems you really don't know what you're getting into. " Before I could rush to refute him, he interrupted me, "Well, drink the glucose, it' s easier to get sick when your blood sugar is too low, I can't guarantee that I can save you every time you get sick, and you better not die here, I hate handling slave corpses. "

“An ice rink.” “An ice rink,” I agreed. “Jace, I see you at an ice rink literally five days a week.” “That is a university arena,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “This is completely different.” We got out of the car and walked inside. The lobby smelled like stale popcorn, rubber matting, and the sharp chemical scent of freon. The overhead fluorescent lights hummed loudly. The walls were painted a dull grey, and the floors were covered in thick black rubber mats that had been chewed up by decades of skate blades.

I say. " no problem, now eat! You are gonna need your strength! " he says excitedly. I begin eating and I wolf it all down within seconds. " for what exactly?" I say blankly. " to escape! " he says. " and damn girl talk about hunger!" All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my chest and it takes a minute to realise that it's from snow. " April, are we going to leave mate behind?" She asks sadly. " yes snow! He rejected us remember? He also got our parents killed! " I say matter of factly.

The journey north was a grueling trek through a blizzard that turned the world into a wall of blinding white. The truck Vardan had scavenged groaned under the strain of the climb, its tires churning through thick, frozen slush. Sora sat in the passenger seat, his forehead pressed against the cold glass. The heater was dead, but he didn't feel the chill. His hybrid blood was a furnace, humming at a frequency that kept the frost from forming on his skin.

"She always finds out. You don't know my mama." Voss straightens. His patience hasn't broken. It's not that kind of patience. It's the deep cold kind that doesn't break, only shifts methods. He turns slightly and nods toward the kind-voiced man. The kind-voiced man reaches into his jacket. He takes out something small. A vial. Dark liquid inside that catches the moonlight in a way that makes my stomach do something cold and involuntary. He walks toward me slowly. And even though I don't know exactly what it is, my body knows. The thing under my skin knows. The weather inside me spikes so suddenly and so hard that I have to press both hands flat against the log to keep from reacting.

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.

Strong and bold. Kali had handed her a menu with a list of cocktails, beers, and spirits, but she asked for something mild because she didn't know anything. She poured a white wine spritzer into a glass for Skylar, added shaved ice, and swiftly passed the cup to her to attend to another person.