Snow Storm Vermont Novels & Stories

​Three Months Later. The Vance Estate, Long Island, New York. ​A heavy, serene winter snowfall blanketed the sweeping bluffs of the estate, wrapping the pine trees and stone pathways in a quiet layer of soft white. Below the frozen cliffs, the dark Atlantic Ocean surged in deep slate-blue swells, crashing against the icy shoreline and sending plumes of frosty mist into the crisp morning air.

As the first snowflake settled, it whispered secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold. First snowfalls usually come lightly to Sequim. The snow is soft as it glides down towards the cold earth. This year, however, it came in a blizzard. Snow dropped like an anvil, with ice forming instantaneously along the roads and trails. The wind blew so hard that the forest wolf patrol on duty had to seek shelter. They couldn’t see two feet before them, even with their werewolf eyesight. Thinking no one would be out in this storm, they hunkered down in the small town, warming themselves by their fires and watching movies to pass the time. They didn’t expect a young witch secretly making her way through

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

I winced. “Let’s get you out of the rain so that we can assess your injuries.” I nodded. I was in too much pain to talk right now, I just hoped that he didn’t think I was being rude. Julian opened the door to a sleek, black Mercedes that was parked next to us. ‘When did this park here?’ I thought. I was wrapped up in my own little pity party that I hadn’t noticed it pull up alongside us.

I needed clarity, to know the exact point he started fooling me. In seconds, different weather reports popped up. From snow warnings, to storm advisories, and even flight cancellations. I scrolled carefully, to get all the details I needed. And then my stomach dropped at what I saw. Nothing was severe enough to the point of losing two weeks. Or a whole month in the dark.

She got startled and looked at Chase wondering who he was talking to, as she was about to take another sip of her drink his voice boomed again. “That’s enough Storm.” She was unsure of what she had done, asking, “Sorry?” “You have drank enough.” Storm rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was? He still wanted to control her, she stood up, “I will be back, I need to use the restroom.” She said to Jeremy, and he nodded, some of his friends had come and joined him, after using the bathroom, she went to the bar and got a bottle. Storm went outside and stumbled out into the forest, drinking was numbing her emotions and the cool air was helping her.

"I just got home, and you're already eating?" I paused, spoon halfway to my mouth, and looked up at her, confused. With an impatient huff, Joyce shrugged off her coat. "Stop eating and wash the clothes in my suitcase first. The power at Fin's house got knocked out by the typhoon yesterday. I didn't even get to shower." With that, she walked toward the bathroom. "I'm busy. Just toss them in the washing machine," I said evenly.

‎By midweek, the severe ice storm had finally broken its grip on Pine Valley. A mild, bright sun hung in the sky, turning the heavy ice into a gentle, continuous drip from the eaves of the town center. Snowplows had successfully cleared the main pass, power was fully restored to the valley, and life began to resume its steady, winter rhythm.

Denise sighed, her voice fading as the howling blizzard swallowed the porch. "Let him run," Patricia whispered. "A wolf who won't fight for his alpha isn't a wolf at all." The snow outside wasn't just falling; it was a wall of white iron slamming against the glass of the runner. I gripped the leather steering wheel, my claws tearing small tracks into the hide as the engine roared against the rising storm. The mountain road leading down from Skydrivee into the valley center was already choking on ice, a line of iron-rimmed supply sleds and massive timber haulers backed up for miles under the frozen pines.

I threw on a winter coat and some snow boots and went outside where Blake had already opened the passenger door for me. We drove about an hour to get to a house he had rented in Stowe, a ski resort town in Vermont. Blake grabbed both of our bags from the trunk and brought them inside. He took me up to a bedroom and dropped my bag inside it. “Now get dressed to go skiing and I’ll introduce you to everyone that’s here.” He closed the door behind me, and I heard his steps disappear down the hall. I quickly threw on some snow pants over my leggings and changed my sweatshirt for something lighter. I exited the bedroom looking around. It was a very cozy house, decorated in a wood and nature theme,