Snow Killer Novels & Stories

The Northern Mountains rose like jagged teeth against the gray sky, their peaks swallowed by clouds heavy with snow. Samuel’s pack trudged through the frozen wasteland, breath steaming in the bitter wind, each step sinking into the crusted ice. The city below had been left behind, burning in chaos and revolt, but the danger had followed them. The humans had not forgotten, nor forgiven, and now they wielded their most lethal weapon yet—a "Nuclear Winter" device designed to turn their world into a tomb of frost.

Snow’s movements were swift and aggressive. Her white stiletto heels were like an unsheathed sword that could pierce Kiran’s body with a single kick. Kiran spun and grabbed Snow’s leg with his right hand while using his other hand to pull her into his arms. Snow was mad that she failed to kick him, so she bit his shoulder. Kiran could have dodged her, but Snow would have fallen face-first to the ground if he did. Then, she would become an ugly woman.

he snarled at a nearby scout, “summon Lenny to the study this instant.” At the infirmary, Dr. Mercer performed a swift diagnostic, his brow furrowed as he checked her pulse and pupil dilation. “This is no human toxin. It’s a specialized neuro-suppressant—a 'Wolf-Chiller' I haven't scented in decades. It puts the spirit into a forced hibernation. Do not despair, Alpha. We will craft a purge-draught.” Hudson gave a stiff nod and returned to the private ward.

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

She crouched beside her, fingers ghosting over her pale skin. “She was bitten by a wendigo.” Ivanka mused, tilting Snow’s head to expose the deep jagged punctures on her neck. “That explains the rot. There’s a poison in their hands that accelerates decay. We have no time to waste.” I pushed down the lump in my throat. “What do you need me to do?” Ivanka started to shake her head, but then she paused and lifted her gaze to me. “What is her name?” My throat tightened again. “Snow.”

one of his bandmates from the couch provides with a snicker, lifting the bottle and sloshing the liquid around. Nessa slips out from my grip around her waist, wandering boldly toward the sectional. “Any mixers?” she asks hopefully. My jaw clenches. This girl is too damn friendly for her own good. “For sure,” the guy drowning under the blonde provides. “Redbull, cranberry…” “Cranberry,” Nessa answers immediately.

me. The vampire pulled back to allow her to look at him. “Your blood is addicting.” He licked her neck. Causing her to quiver. “If only I knew how to drink you without killing you." His eyes flashed in a hungry need. "It would make living this dreadful world more appealing.” A sound cut through the air, hitting the side of the vampire’s head. Causing Ava and the night sucker to fall onto the forest floor. Allowing her to feel every being of her life, slipping away from her fingertips.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

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.