Snow Killer Novels & Stories

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.”

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

“Don’t you dare school me on my choices. You’re the one who suggested drinking that damn cloudberry shit.” “She’s got you there, Bro.” Chopper Rick says. “I mean… you should know that stuff is marriage breaker. Your fault.” “Shut up.” Sven says to Rick. “I never tip down throat. She wait here.” “I’m not waiting here.” I get back in his face again. “If you don’t take me on that sled, I will walk back to that plane.”

"My Omegas don't run hot. We’re ghosts in your machine. Now, take your hand off that console before I take the hand off your arm." Vance’s eyes darted to the large, shielded button at the center of the desk. The Salt-Bomb. A high-altitude chemical dispersal unit designed to strip the moisture from every living cell on the North Ridge. It wouldn't just kill the wolves; it would turn the entire mountain into a sterile, white graveyard for the next century.

The sun, pale as it was, hit the mirrors. The light didn't just reflect, it intensified. A beam of pure, blinding white light slammed into the center of our procession. It hit Killian directly. He let out a sound I never thought I’d hear from him. A high, agonized scream. His shadow wolf, the massive black beast that lived beneath his skin, recoiled. The Northern Sun-poisoning was a mixture of concentrated UV light and atomized silver dust being shaken from the cliffs above. "Killian!" I lunged for him as he fell from the sled, his skin beginning to smoke.

Because the Snow tiger was so small, white furred with nearly invisible grey stripes and camouflaged by all the snow around, not to mention the tension they were all feeling, it was easy to assume it had space abilities as it did seem as if it had disappeared. Shorty tried to warn the less attractive lady but it was already too late by then. A large ice spear stabbed her from below while she was drinking her health potion. The effect of the health potion instantly wore off even before it could have any effect. Two more ice spikes impaled the already injured lady and she died instantly without any suspense. Shorty locked on the little snow tiger, lying on the snow in pain.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Harry messages the group chat. COCK TALES Harry- So I’m a little confused by the most recent drink Cam has given me… Megan- Confused how? Darrien- Is it actually safe for consumption? If so, I can see how that might be different to usual. Harry- It’s frozen. Ryann- Frozen… like a slushie? Harry- No, like the entire drink is a solid chunk of ice. Bellamy- Are you sure it’s even an alcoholic drink? I didn’t think you COULD freeze a drink like that. Did she take it out of a freezer?