Snow Snow Fruit Novels & Stories

The night on this unfamiliar planet in the Andromeda galaxy was strangely beautiful. The diamond-made mountains shimmered in the moonlight, and a gentle fragrance drifted from the blue-colored trees. Inside our small cottage, Sona was sleeping peacefully. I stood on the balcony, lost in that beauty. It felt as if the cursed history of the Moreno lineage, the laboratory in Quebec, the ice of the Himalayas, and the catastrophic war inside the sun—all of it had been nothing but a nightmare that had faded away in this new dawn.

"Ugh!" Some people nearly threw up watching him. "Commander, how can you eat ashes?" "No matter how upset you are, you can't do that!" The others turned away, unable to watch anymore. Only Ella kept her eyes fixed on his face, watching for his reaction. She was curious too. Were those really the ashes of Ariel's baby? Remi tasted it. That definitely wasn't ash. "It's flour! Not ashes. It's flour!" He raised the urn excitedly and smashed it on the ground. White flour scattered everywhere. The others bent down to smell it and discovered it really was flour.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

Everything screamed luxury. When I was finally done, I opened the fridge and gasped at the wide varieties of junk food packed inside. But my eyes only landed on a glass bowl neatly tucked on the middle shelf. Fruit salad. I picked it with all gladness. Inside were bright chunks of watermelon, juicy strawberries, blueberries, and green grapes, with chunks of pineapple, cantaloupe, bananas and apple, lightly coated with chilled syrup. What a colourful world! I smiled, grabbed a plastic spoon, and helped myself to the colorful bowl.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

Says another, the redhead is grinning from ear to ear at this point and looks to the last one, who looks a little bashful, “What other flavours do you have?” The woman rattles off a list of various fruits and other syrups that most bars in big cities might not even have, “And I think we might have a little taste of the old country, hang on.” She has finished with the pints, and moved to stroll up and down the bar, looking at the optics and other bottles on the shelves. Finding what she wants, she brings it back to her group. “I found the dragon fruit syrup, so that’s an option if you want.” The unsure dwarf starts nodding aggressively.

WAYLON "What is it?" I asked. "It's snowdust," Giselle answered. "Also known as Frosterium. It's said to give one superpower. The Drakkons snort it to survive in the Arctic. At least, this is what I figured out after intercepting Richie's messages with the Weddard Witches," "Damn, he really is up to something if he's working with the witches," I couldn't help but comment. I knew little about the Weddard Witches, and most of those things weren't good.

Iris asked with an irritated look on her face. “The edge.” Syrana responded. And she was right, they had only walked for another hour, finding one pair of what Xanth confirmed to be Lyra’s shoes before they were able to see a color different form the usual brown, black and green they had gotten used to seeing in the forest. Iris was the first to spot it. “Is that…?” she asked “Snow.” Syrana completed her question with an answer. She smiled and turned to look at Xanth who smiled back to her. She looked on ahead of Iris and ran forward, clutching on to the piece of Lyra’s dress. “We made it out of the forest.”

She leaned over slowly dumping the portable cup of berries onto ground before sprinkling the seed refill over them. Snowflake ate happily, he guzzled down pieces of berry, and seed with glee. Veronica sat there watching him, he shook his feathers, a husk of seed stuck under his beak. Her lips curled up; he shook his head covering the floor in empty husks. Snowflake beak was stained with a purple yet his black beady eyes glowed in the streaks of light reaching into the house from outside. Veronica shook her head grinning as she ate her cheese salmon sandwich. She gave Snowflake a bowl of water from her glass water bottle. As it turns out, her plastic container had a plethora of uses. Snowflak

"I'm sorry. I had this urge for ice cream and ran to the store directly after working out, and then I saw the sky and got distracted." "No problem." I'm in wonder. Killian is hard as granite, and his hands are so large they wrap around my arms. He steadies me, and I can smell his cologne even stronger than before. Cedarwood invades my senses along with something vanilla-like. The scent is so addicting I'm having trouble resisting the urge to press my nose into Killian's toned, shaven chest and breathe him in.