Snow Like Ashes Novels & Stories

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

I rolled my eyes and snorted. “You know, that's really just an insult in disguise, right? It's not a nickname if I really look like a watermelon.” I said, pouting a little. He burst into laughter and I swore I could see him rolling his eyes, smiling with his eyes in that way of his. “I call you watermelon because you cry way too much. Watermelons produce a lot of water too, at the time, I thought it was the perfect nickname, it did make you laugh.” He said in an amused voice.

“This…you here with me.....it’s the most beautiful sight in Switzerland ” Her cheeks flamed hotter than her drink, and she hid behind her mug. Damon’s faint smirk told her he noticed her blushing. Later, as they walked back to the car, the snowfall thickened, flakes dusting Ivy’s hair and coat. She stopped suddenly, bent down, and scooped up a handful of snow. Damon raised a brow. “What are you......” The snowball hit him squarely in the chest. Ivy gasped, then burst into laughter, clutching her scarf. “Oh my God, you should have seen your face!”

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn’t stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face.

The wind had died down, but the snow still fell, gentle, quiet, like ash drifting from the sky. Most of the pack grounds had gone to sleep, chimneys exhaling lazy smoke trails into the night, the faint golden flicker of firelight dancing behind a few windows. The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world.

"My iron crampon is loose! The strap's frozen solid!" "Hold on, let me see it," I rasped, turning back and dropping my slouch for two seconds to help him kneel in the snow. I pulled out my boot knife, using the flat edge to scrape the blue ice off his brass buckle until the latch clicked shut. "There. Stop dragging your heels, Ash, or Franz is gonna make us carry the heavy wood logs back." "I hate snow," Ashton whimpered, adjusting his fogged-up glasses with a shivering hand. "I grew up near the southern bays. We had sand. Sand doesn't make your nose bleed."

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

“What the hell…?” Snowflakes swirled, clinging to my hair as I blinked in disbelief. It covered everything. White and endless. The ground, the roofs, the trees—it was like stepping into another world. The sky was dark, far darker than it should have been, like night had come too early and decided to stay. “Snow in summer?” I shook my head slowly. “And why does it feel like midnight already?” I let out a tired breath. “Ashwood,” I murmured. “You never stop being strange.”

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.