Snow Killer Novels & Stories

Dante doesn't want to leave me and a part of me wants him to stay. It is almost sunrise and I can't sleep after my brush with death. On the side table next to the bed are little appetizers and candies, my favorite sweets. Cow livers. I stick a fork in them and suck the blood out, slowly turning them grey, but their blood is nothing close to Ray's. Nothing compares to Ray.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The bullet cut through his head and lodged itself onto the wall behind him which was splattered with blood. The woman sat on her haunches and seemed to be staring at the dead speedster though nobody could see her face. She grabbed at the goggles the speedster was wearing and slid them off of, revealing wide open lifeless eyes and a small line of red dripping down towards the bridge of his nose. She stood and left the way she had come, together with the goggles. "For Anna..."

Another couple of shots, but they didn’t deter the kid either, in spite of the fact McBride was sure he got him in the stomach with one. Then the Sleeper they’d picked up was on him, drawing back a fist and smashing it against the protective glass of the facemask. If he’d only been wearing a gasmask like the rest of the men out there, he’d have been a goner already, but as it was the Hazmat was affording him at least some protection. It wouldn’t last long under this onslaught however, Holst’s music now the backdrop to their bizarre ballet. The lad was strong, too, unnaturally so for his height and weight. It was like wrestling with a bear, but McBride was able to keep hold of his gun, actual

Like he wasn’t just here for the slopes, like he was escaping something or maybe searching. And then, just as I’m about to head to bed, my phone buzzes. Are emergency cocoa lessons included in your ski package? Asking for a friend with sore legs and a bruised ego. I grin. Only if the friend promises not to ski into the hot cocoa stand. I laugh into my blanket and sip my cocoa, heart warm despite the winter chill. Maybe this season isn’t going to be so cold after all.

Freyana said. Tari rolled her eyes. "The remaining four are Butcher, the drug addict — that guy is crazy and unpredictable. Avoid him. Jackie, he is the friendly but deadly one, he will lead you into your grave without you knowing until you are buried. Avoid him too. Zero. That one is a no-go area, that guy is cold as ice, he is even worse than Frost. Just like his name, Zero is a total zero — he never smiles, doesn't drink, nor does he smoke. He is the wicked and most devilish one of them. Avoid him with everything in you; in fact, if you see him coming, take the other lane," Freyana spat, her eyes narrowing with despair at each word.

Jeffery’s POV I woke up super early, my body still sore from crashing on that couch again. Roland was already up, banging around the kitchen like he couldn’t wait. “Get dressed,” he said, tossing me some old hockey gear. “We’re hitting the rink. You gotta learn to skate for real if we’re selling this boyfriend story.”

her eyes were slowly closing. "Wait, you fools just couldn't just bring him back in one piece, breathing, and councious, could you?" Skai carefully picked Hikaru up, running back to the house, so Doc O could figure out what the 3 stooges did to Hyunjin, and therefore Hikaru. _--_--_ "Where is this sneaky snake of a wolf?" Makai hissed. "Calm down. He's here, I'm picking up a faint scent from down there, by the stream." Damien whispered to Ni-Ko, pointing.