Snow Like Ashes Romane & Geschichten

Too cold. But she fell ill. A cold. Low fever. The adjutant told her to rest. She would not listen. Coughing sounds pushed through the gaps in the tent flap, one after another. He sat in the snow by the entrance. Ashes spread outward from beneath him, melting a layer of snow within a ten-pace radius. Ashes did not produce heat. It was the pheromones altering the crystal lattice of the snow, causing it to sublimate directly from solid state.

The weather of the blessed land of the Blood Wolves clan has always been sunny and clear, and there are rare times of rains and storms, but snow is something that never appeared in that peaceful and secluded domain. It is both beautiful and dangerous at the same time, and even Soran could not help but want to indulge in it before facing his reality. But, the cold wind coming from outside the window did not manage to quell down the fiery hate in his heart, and Soran felt melancholic at the thought that lady Asha would have been delighted if he showed her the scenery created by the thick carpet of snow. ‘I hope it works.’ Soran muttered in his heart while tightly grasping the bundled up moon c

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

They pause at seeing us, but then trot over to the door where they shift and go inside, all murmuring. Water drips onto my check and I brink in surprise. I swear it was snowing, not raining. Another drop of water drips from Ash's nose and onto my face. I would have thought he was crying if I didn't know better. Wolves didn't cry, and besides, it was just from the snow melting on his head and running down his nose til it dripped off.

Plus, it was probably better to give the young people some space. … Back in the villa, Ash and Lynn finished their food first. They saw snowflakes falling from the sky through the floor-to-ceiling window, and they lay on the floor, saying, "It's snowing." It began with a gentle snowfall. Then, it became heavier as time went by, the snowflakes falling like angelic feathers. Lynn murmured, "I want to make a snowman." Ash responded, "We'll be able to do that if the snow gets thick enough."

If they had not known any better one would suspect it was staged, some sort of illusion. "Snow?" One of the guards turned to see his comrade holding out his hand and catching what did indeed looked to be a snow flake. "It's to warm for snow though?" The guard caught a flake in his hand and rubbed it. ... "It's Ash." He looked up as ashes fell from the sky like a light snowfall only in the area of the town square. Around three AM Back in Helenfel.

"Remind me to stay on your good side, you little bloodthirsty minx." She murmured, tilting her face up to his for a long, passionate kiss. "You can start right now," she said. Even more snow was falling when they split up. Portia scowled as she observed the skies. Those snowflakes are among the largest I've ever seen. After removing a flake from her face, Julian made a black, sooty smear by rubbing his fingers together. Slowly, he raised his gaze to meet hers. "This isn't snow. It is ashes.

The sky was falling. Neither rain nor snow, but something more dire. Black shards dropped through a sereg of blue sky, flawless and deadly as they blanketed all things—the tents, the arms, the upturned faces of her people. Ash. It blanketed the world in mortuary gray and transformed their haven into something from a horror. "There are no fires," the pack's elder, Elena, replied softly. She stretched out her hand to catch the snow falling from the sky and winced as it dissolved on her skin. "Where is this coming from?"

POV: Ash Ryder "Burn it down, Blaze! If the ice won’t melt, we’ll crack the world beneath it!" Ash’s voice was a jagged blade of desperation, cutting through the unnatural howl of the Frozen Wastes. He stood before the towering obsidian-black ice of the border wall, his fists already bloodied from uselessly hammering against the surface. His golden eyes were no longer those of a calculated leader; they were the eyes of a man watching his soul vanish behind a curtain of shadow.