Snow Killer Novels & Stories

"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!"

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”

she slurred, pushing off the wall to stand straighter. "Do it," I insisted, stepping closer. "It's the only way you can clear the effect of the alcohol." Naomi frowned. "I'm not drunk." She shook her head. "I've drank much more alcohol than this before, the day my father died." I let out a sharp scoff, a humorless laugh. "You've drank random alcohol, maybe. But not Solara's Kiss." I mentioned the name of one of the strongest, most expensive liquors in New York. "It has a much higher effect than those basement bottles you know."

“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.

But right now… he barely had enough time to keep his pack alive. “Yes,” Skylar said calmly. “We’ve never met.” Her sharp eyes rested on him. “But I’ve heard a great deal about you.” Arnold narrowed his eyes slightly. “That still doesn’t explain why you helped me.” Instead of answering immediately, Skylar poured water into a cup and added a small amount of dark powder. Blade powder. The scent reached Arnold instantly. “You need to drink this,” she said, handing him the cup. Arnold took it without argument this time.

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.

The man behind the bars scoffed, shaking his head. I walked past the two shifters, and Sebastian followed. When we were in the hallway, I turned to him. "Be careful. He's the Hunter that wiped out The Skyefrost Pack. And I found out that it was my pack. He was also the one who killed River." I let out a deep breath, keeping my voice low. "He thinks all shifters are abominations and that he's doing God's work by ridding the planet of all supernatural creatures."