Snow Like Ashes Novels & Stories

The ferocity of his howl instantly frightened the rogues, preventing them from approaching easily. Desperate, I struggled to reach them, but a loud bang shattered the valley's silence, followed by a deafening roar. It was as if an invisible force had galvanized the snowflakes in the sky, causing them to flutter down, forming a curtain of white snow. The rogues, now terrified, turned to look behind me. I followed their gaze and saw a colossal avalanche cascading down the distant mountainside. Initially, the snowflakes fell gently, resembling a swarm of stars in a dreamy wonderland. However, as the avalanche gained momentum, the snow transformed into a furious rush, akin to a thousand horses t

Edgar Smoke and snow do not belong together. One melts. One chokes. By the time we reached the first northern village, the snow along the road had turned gray with ash, trampled into slush by boots that did not belong to my people. I had seen battlefields. This was worse. Battle was chaos. Noise. Motion. This was aftermath. Stillness broken only by the crackle of dying fires and the low, hollow sounds of survivors searching through ruins for something — anything — that had not burned.

The forest was still. Too still. Ash drifted like snow through the golden clearing, settling on Evelynn’s hair, her lashes, the tremble of her hands. Her fire had gone quiet, the last sparks fading into her skin. For a moment, it was as though the world had exhaled after holding its breath for too long.

Nicoli turned to the window. The snow was still falling — patient, consistent, accumulating on the white oaks and the cobblestones and the black roses below, which were becoming harder to see as the white pressed down over them. Covering them by degrees. Softening the proof of grief into the larger, indifferent white of the season. He leaned back against the sill.

They sat together, sharing stories, and relishing the simple pleasures of good food and great company. Abigail felt the healing power of nature and friendship enveloping her. The pain of her losses was still present, but it was no longer all-consuming. It had given way to hope, laughter, and the promise of brighter days ahead. As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, they built a bonfire near the shore. The crackling flames danced to an invisible tune, casting flickering shadows that seemed to mirror the dance of their spirits. They roasted marshmallows, singing songs and sharing tales until their eyes grew heavy.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

"Those are specks of collected and restored snow in a small magical vial. The flakes only fall during the lunar eclipse. They're rare... and limited. For decades the lunar eclipse and the -rain of snow dust." "The blacks are allergic to snow dust; it's like wolfsbane to werewolves and silver to bloodsuckers. Snow dust is the weakness of dark sorcerers; a single speck of dust can kill one black," Sir Ferns said. He returned its gaze to the number nine.

I was stunned and pulled Xander close to me. “What are you doing?” I exclaim. “I am not doing it. In fact, I can't do something as such” Xander responded in his defense.Then how the hell? My gaze flicked down at Ian and I gasp.His eyes are glowing a mix of red and blue, somewhat similar to fire. Did he do it? Before I could come up with another thought, the fire around us died down, leaving only the trail of ashes. Ian's eyes turned back to their normal shade and a smile adored his cute face.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.