Snow Title Novels & Stories

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

The air is crisp and invigorating, carrying with it the scent of pine and fresh snow, infusing the scene with a sense of tranquility and purity. The town of Banff is nestled in a picturesque valley, blanketed in a layer of pristine, white snow that sparkles like diamonds under the winter sun. The quaint streets are lined with charming, snow-covered buildings adorned with twinkling lights, exuding a cozy warmth that contrasts beautifully with the cold winter air. In the distance, the frozen Bow River winds its way through the valley, its icy surface reflecting the azure sky above like a mirror, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of light and color.

When Snow approaches the black wolf, he lies beside him and turns his muzzle to look at him. The black wolf is excited by the proximity and wags his tail. "What's your name?" - Snow asks, by mind-link. “My name's Sonny, and I'm the best part of Klaus” – he replies. “Hey” – the offended Klaus says.- “You're half of me, so don't say those things” Snow laughs. “My name is Snow” – Angel's wolf answers.

It hadn’t felt that cold earlier. Laying my head back against the window, I couldn’t even feel excited about the snow. It was my favorite but all I could do was close my eyes and wish that everything would just go away. ‘Winter, don’t give up. Wake up. Stay strong. Please. He’s coming, Winter. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you.’

Zoe was shoved out the front door. By now, the sky had gone completely dark. Snow was falling hard, the wind cutting through her even beneath her thick winter coat. The pain in her body only made the cold feel worse. She hadn’t even gotten up yet when Dylan threw her suitcase out after her. “Take your stuff and get lost!” he barked. With a loud thud, the suitcase slammed into her wrist. A sharp crack rang out. Zoe let out a scream that cut through the night. “Dylan—it hurts! I think my wrist is broken! And my stomach... it really hurts...”

Snow pleaded. Lindsey huffed. "How could you do something like this? What could you possibly gain from slandering someone else like that?" "But…" Snow had wanted to say that it was Summer in the video and that Summer had said she was Mason's sister. But when her eyes met Summer's, the rest of her words were caught in her throat. Summer's gaze had been filled with warning and killing intent. Snow came from a very ordinary background, and she had always been top dog among her classmates. To put it bluntly, she was ignorant of the true workings of the world and had never encountered such a terrifying look before.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

* * * * * * * With the clash of our powers, we break through the night, * * * * * * * * * Four hearts entwined, we’ll rewrite our fate, * CHAPTER ONE Winter If a name could reflect the essence of a person's spirit, mine might as well be a snowflake—beautiful, fragile, and bound to melt into the warmth of obscurity. Winter. It's a name that rolls off the tongues of those who say it, each syllable a reminder that beauty can sometimes be deceiving. People think it's poetic, but for me, it's more like a cold gust that cuts through my heart, an echo of loneliness that lingers longer than any cheerful jingle I hear from the children outside.

Or a whole month in the dark. I swallowed hard, my heart hammering uncontrollably. I pulled up our original flight booking, and it was December 18. The actual departure date was January 22. My fingers hovered over the mouse, trembling in ways I never imagined, before finally clicking through the rescheduling details. I saw manual rescheduling, and payment authorization. The communication was direct with the airport officials, and all approved by Damon. I shut my eyes, hoping it would clear when I finally opened them, but it didn't. The snow didn’t trap us as he said. He actually did.