Romans & histoires Snow Killer

“I can help him. Let me help.” Havana sat and whined. “Bring him inside.” Skylar and Havana did so while Cheyenne was rummaging through the kitchen and found a large knife to dig the bullets out and started the stove. “What are you doing?!” Havana asked, shifted out of her wolf form, and very naked. “I-I have to sterilize the knife. I’m going to get the bullets out.” “It’s a silver bullet! It’ll break apart and he’ll die.” Havana cried.

Vlora walked forward and held Blanca by her neck, she walked a few steps by crouching her down and pushed her on the floor. With a slight push, Blanca fell on the floor. Vlora took the papers and the pen and walked to her, crouching down she whispered close to her. "You may not want to see my real form, Blanca. As I came back from a medication session..." her eyes twinkled violet and Blanca gulped. Out of all the wolves in the world, there were only Dashers who was the strongest ones. Well, except for that one kind...that kind who will ruin mankind and the earth....every species living in it.

My face smashed hard with the ground but I could barely feel the pain as I rolled to my back, attempting to look at what was after me in the eventuality that if I would survive, I could at least give a description. The beast of a wolf was snarling at me with foam dripping from its mouth like it was feral. He had a crazy look in his eyes. I knew the difference between dogs and wolves because this wolf looked a lot like the Siberian Husky found on earth but the eyes. The eyes were a dead giveaway that I was dealing with a higher form of intelligence, one that was not tamed.

said Antonia with a smile making a dreamy and happy expression . " Here are your drinks ladies ! " said the waiter bringing them two cocktails . He gave the pink cocktail to Antonia and the blue cocktail to Annette . " This......we didn't order yet . " said Antonia confused . " I ordered it ! " said Annette taking the blue cocktail . " These aren't with alcohol......right ? " asked Antonia looking at the cocktail . " Yes, miss ! It's an alcohol-free cocktail . Rest assured miss ! " said the waiter with a smile then looked at Annette who showed a devilish smile on her face .

The stadium lights were bright, cutting through the late afternoon haze, casting long shadows across the ice. The crowd’s energy buzzed like electricity, fans waving banners and chanting, their voices swelling into a roar that felt almost tangible. After weeks of chaos, betrayal, and uncertainty, today was different. Today, Atticus would skate again—not just for himself, but for everyone who had stood by him, and most importantly, for Sheila.

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

The air in the Briarwood locker room was heavy, wet soup—old sweat, the strong smell of sports tape, and the fancy cologne the guys used to cover up the rink smell. Outside my stall, the other Knights were a mix of loud voices, slamming locker doors, and high-fives. Loud rap music with heavy bass played from a speaker in the corner, shaking the floor and my feet. It was meant to be a fun time after skating, but it didn't help with the silence in my mind. “Voss! Are you planning on living in there, or are we going to the Liquid Lounge?” I didn't look up. I knew the voice. John, our goalie and my oldest friend. I could hear the steady clack-clack-clack of his skates as he finished unbuckling h

“Playing games with me now?” Snow didn’t respond. She picked up a second glass and poured it slowly down his neck, letting the wine trail across his chest, stomach, and lower—stopping just at the edge of his waistline. Then came the ice. Ray jolted violently. The sudden blast of cold hit there, the sting so sharp he gasped. Snow tilted her head in mock sympathy. “What you really need right now is a woman, right?” She smiled. “But I wouldn’t do that with a dog.”

Sin asked, his heart pounding at the dark possibility of not finding the antidote. "Calm down, we are trying our best," "Please do your best to save her. Her condition is worsening," "Sin, let him concentrate," Aurelio said, and that instant Snow ran in panting heavily. Everybody turned their attention to her. "I... I'm an Rh-null blood type carrier," Snow said, cleaning the tears off her face. "Are you sure?" Sin asked, his eyes showing a spark of hope. "What nonsense is she sprouting? That is not possible!" Viola said.