Snow Storm Vermont Novels & Stories

Discerning a talking voice from a singing one, I stop and fine tune the station. “A powerful cold front moving across the country will produce gusty winds across the Northeastern half of the U.S., bringing high winds and much colder temperatures, so best get your winter gear ready, Michiganders,” the radio announcer rolls quickly, and the second personality in the booth with him chuckles and cheers. “Potential for storms with damaging winds, snow and blowing snow are forecast from Ohio to the Mid-Atlantic and into New England.” “Whoo-hoo! Looks like ol’ Father Christmas is sending the snow our way just in time!” the second announcer adds unnecessarily.

"That’s odd. It’s unlike any mark I have seen in this pack." Storm shrugged, "well, Aaro is unlike any fucking woman I know." I had a snowflake and a crescent moon, probably because of the last name Snowden and because Storm belonged to the Winter Bone pack. But to me, it was pretty fucking obvious why Storm had the mark he did. It’s because I’m from the Iron River pack. I had snow to represent Storm and he had water to represent me.

Navyda asked. “Yes, and if last weekend is anything to go by, this weekend is going to just as busy if not busier. I am sure the whole damn state crawled out from under a fucking rock once the storm cleared. I swear that every fucking person in Maine was on the slopes or in our fucking restaurant last weekend.” Aerain grumbles. “I warned you. I told you once the season got started it was going to be fucking insane. Now that we have fresh snow it is going to get even busier.” Niven pointed out.

She's a family to me. "I'm doing good. I finally moved on!" a deep sigh escaped my lips as I glanced at the surroundings. It was autumn. The maple leaves were changing in color. Our state, Vermont, had the largest growing maple trees. They changed colors around mid-September and continued changing through October. The shades of fiery red and golden yellow were dancing in the wind on top of the mountains.

His words, his face—everything about him made me sick. I went pale and forced a smile. "I can forgive you. All it'll cost is your life." Emily's face darkened. "Nathan, that's enough!" But before she even finished speaking, Jake grabbed a vase off the table and smashed it against his own head. Blood ran down his forehead. Emily and my mother both screamed. A heavy slap landed across my face. For a moment, my ears rang so loud I couldn't hear anything. All I could see was Emily's face—pure disgust and irritation.

[Clyde] At Verglas, the smoky clouds eclipse the brilliant blue of the sky. Snow lies heavy and thick, covering most of the bare branches. I contact Moran as soon as I step near the vicinity of the front gate of the territory although I know he will be on his way. I turn to look over my shoulder and find Valerie looking around, her gaze distant. Is she reminiscing about the time we met? Even though the place isn’t the same. This isn’t the back mountains and she definitely doesn’t need to take a dragon ride to reach the territory, but still. Her eyes look moist and I feel a tug in my heart. I suppress the feeling.

Later, when his plan was complete, Jakson would smile brightly at the thought of all that. The weather in Switzerland was in the height of winter. Olivia sat by the fire, feeling warm and cozy. Outside the window, snow was falling so heavily, covering the entire street, that the local government had issued a road closure warning. The news of an impending storm made the situation even more frightening. For their own safety, authorities prohibited residents from leaving their homes. Zayden walked up to Olivia while carrying a glass of warm tea. With a warm smile, he handed the tea to Olivia.

REESE POV “What do you mean you can’t get me any closer?” I demanded. Travis looked nonplussed. “See this?” he asked, showing me a computer screen with a blue swath over most of the map. “Snow. A massive storm is starting. Going to be a few days before it even begins to clear up.” “So you won’t even bring us up there?” I asked in disbelief. “What about our wolves? Can we go on foot? Wouldn’t they make it?”

*Ava* My breath is taken away, words failing me. I can’t believe Liam’s brought me to Vermont. The weather’s finally warm enough here that Vermont is green and lush. I’ve always known Vermont was this absolutely gorgeous state. But to be here in person with the changing weather, seeing the flowers, trees, and green well-trimmed grass, is another thing entirely. We land in Burlington, and Liam tells me we’re going to stay a night here before we go to Woodstock tomorrow.

… The diary ended here, abruptly. Outside the window, the snow from the night before howled as it lashed against the panes. Yes, today was August 3rd. “You didn’t have time to write in your journal, did you? You’re out there in the snowstorm, aren’t you, Ethan?” I murmured. The distant mountains seemed to tremble, and the wind was so fierce it felt as if it could scatter one’s very soul. They said there was an avalanche on the high peaks and there was still a group of people up there on that mountain.