Snow Like Ashes Novels & Stories

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

he murmurs. "What?" I mumble, my breath quickening as he starts sucking on my neck. He chuckles. "Look outside Ash." I do as he says with a heavy sigh and my eyes immediately go to the window. White flurries of snow float down from the sky. "Oh, come on!" Jax chuckles. "Ash it's just a little snow." "Yeah now maybe. What about in a few weeks when the blizzards start coming?" I grumble. One of his hands suddenly slides into my sweatpants and my breath catches in my throat.

The second Saturday arrived with snow. Not heavy snow — the kind that suggests possibility rather than inconvenience, that lands on the city with a lightness that makes everything briefly quiet. Zara stood at her kitchen window at six in the morning while Lyra slept, watching it fall, and thought about what she was doing with the remainder of her December. She was having dinner with Caleb Stone.

Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them.

“As long as you stay with the guys” “I promise” Ryan climbed into the passenger seat and stuck his tongue out at me “You will never get shotgun” “That’s because Jack cares about me more than you” I teased. “That’s a fair point” Jack laughed as he walked back to the house. “So, what’s this about shopping?” Ryan groaned. “Since I found out that the gun and knife have real diamonds in them, I feel like I am skimping on my Christmas gift for Jack. I was hoping the two of you might be able to help me choose something”

I sat in my wheelchair, staring at the snowflakes that had appeared in the sky without my noticing. I turned and called to Isaac, "Isaac, wheel me outside now so I can see the snow!" He grumbled that there was nothing special about snow, but his hands didn't slow down at all as he helped me get dressed. He bundled me up with a coat, scarf, and hat, then pushed me out the door. The biting wind scraped across my cheeks, icy and sharp. But the sun was also shining beautifully that day. It put me in a strangely good mood.

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

By midday, the drifts were knee-deep, and I wasn’t about to let it go to waste. “Coats on,” I shouted, shoving open the front doors. “All of you. Out.” Lucien huffed, shadows curling tighter around his boots. “I don’t do frostbite.” “Then don’t get hit,” I snarled back, already shoving a mountain of snow into my hands. Nora appeared behind me, cheeks still flushed from the fire, eyes bright with curiosity. I nailed her with the snowball before she could ask what was going on. She gasped, fire sparkling off her shoulders as the snow exploded over her chest.

I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity. My magic raged in joy and agony as its power unleashed, as the bloodlust filled my darkening vision and screams filled the air. Their screams. Blades of ice met flesh, sliced through skin and bone. Ice spilled forth blood, and my magic rejoiced as the world drenched itself in crimson. Power ran through my veins, and this power craved revenge. It was over in seconds. I felt the monsters die. Felt their blood leave their bodies and pool against the sodden earth. Felt their pain. Felt their final heartbeats. And when every hear