Romans & histoires Snow Novels

*Winter* The car murmured as it glided over the snow-covered roads, a muted contrast to the vibrant chaos of my emotions. I stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a surreal painting of white and muted colors. The snowflakes danced like tiny fairies, swirling and twirling in an intricate ballet around the windshield. I wondered fleetingly if I was still dreaming, my mind teetering on the edge between reality and something far more magical. Each flake was a whisper from a world I felt I had only just glimpsed—the very essence of mystery wrapped in crisp cold.

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

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

Winter blushed and crawled up to me straddling me. Winter sat on top of me biting her lower lip and I could feel my dick getting hard again. "What is it baby?" I asked hoping Winter was okay. She looked at me dead in the eyes still biting her bottom lip and said, "I, Winter Stevens of the Snowstorm Pack, accept you, Blake Conners of the Snowstorm pack as my mate and Alpha." My heart leaped for joy and my cock was now standing at attention against Winter's back. I know what she's doing, and I don't care. My mate accepted me, and I'm going to accept her.

After failing to seduce his ice queen CEO wife, Josie Sinclair, for the 999th time, Tyler Ford finally called his sister Zoey. "I've decided to get a divorce, Zoey." There was three-seconds of silence before Zoey said solemnly, "I told you long ago that you would never be able to bring someone like Josie down from her pedestal." Tyler teared up as he smiled. "You're right. I was way over my head."

I let the warmth of my Scorcher abilities seep into her, and I hear her sigh, her body relaxing in relief. We stand there for a long while, her nestled against me, and me holding her like it’s the last moment we’ll ever have. I want to stay like this forever, the world falling away around us. And then, something soft lands on my nose—a small, white flake. It melts almost instantly, but its meaning is clear. The first snow of the year has fallen. "Looks like you were right," I whisper, smiling down at her. "Winter is here." Arwyn tilts her head up, and in the fading light, with the first snowflakes drifting gently around us, she looks like something out of a dream—a dream I never want to wake

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.

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.