Snow Snow Fruit Novels & Stories

Chloe asked "Snow. It seemed like the safest name on the list." He said through a grimace. "It's not bad, vanilla with a light mint taste. Kind of on the sweet side but not bad." He took a large sip and paused again to scrunch his face against the onslaught of another brain freeze. "Um... Did you read the warning?" She said while reading it over in the menu on their table. "Warning?" He asked between sips.

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.

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.

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.

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

“What kind of wine is this?” James wore a mystified look as he peered closer at the jade glass. The old man smiled at him and said, “It’s Mount Thunder Snow Lotus Wine. It’s also known as Sacred Snow Lotus Wine.” James could not help but pick up the glass in awe. He swirled around the few drops of wine and sniffed it. A sweet, cloying scent spread in his nose, and he could feel his body’s True Energy respond excitedly to it.

For a moment, neither spoke and once again, the silence felt inhabited rather than empty. Mivirick stopped beside a narrow worktable. “I brought you something.” He unfolded a breathable wrap. Inside rested a cluster of deep blue frostberries. Perfectly intact. Liniluna stepped closer before she could stop herself. “These are not in season.” “They are difficult to gather without damage.” “You preserved them in moss.” “Yes.” She examined the fruit carefully. No bruising. No collapse of the skin. “You controlled the moisture.” “I tried.” Her fingers hovered just above them.

They picked up a lot of wild fruits on the mountain, all kinds of them, red prickly rose fruits, round gooey santinas, and dark old crow's eyes. The little crow loved them, and while Mu Zi was picking them, he ate quite a few, but he preferred to carry them in his mouth and play with them than eat them. Crows like small objects with bright and shiny colors. Mu Zi also found a pomegranate tree, right now is the time of pomegranate ripening, a pomegranate red and full hanging in the branch tops, heavy.