Snow White Age Novels & Stories

“Just remember, we keep our magic locked up tight. Always.” “Okay, Mommy. I promise to be careful.” I smiled at him, gently ruffling his hair as I stood up, a lingering tremor in my knees. “I know, my little pup. I know.” I looked over and noticed Snow cradling the unfinished wooden wolf in both hands, turning it slowly, studying every groove with the careful seriousness only a five-year-old can manage. “Mommy, this is not complete yet, right?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No, most of us here are adults.” “I’m an adult,” the two said at the same time. “You both looked fifteen.” “Yeah? So are you,” Brock barked back. Sven buried his face in his palm. Even though he looked fourteen, he came from a medieval era since he had a Viking look. “I’m nine hundred and fifty-two years old. Wait a couple of years, and you get to try some.” The two conceded, hanging their heads down in a glum. Alex raised her hand. “I’m eighteen.”

I placed my hand over my mouth, swallowing the snickers nearly sputtering out of me. “She’s actually twenty-three,” I said, voice firmer than I expected, trying to keep my pulse from showing. His head tilted slightly, expression neutral at first, but the faint lift of a brow betrayed surprise. “Twenty-three?” His eyes flicked to mine, scanning, calculating. “Shit, she was just sixteen. They grow up so fast.” He shifted on his palms, gaze steady but sharper now, as if noting my reaction. It was admirable to see this side of Sven, maybe he wasn't the monster I thought he was and he'd make living here bearable.

"Well, let's start simple. How old are you?" "I'm 28, almost 29," I said, my laughter mixing with hers. "And my favorite color is white." Her eyes twinkled, a knowing glint dancing within them. "Yeah, I noticed how white your wolf is." "That's a Carmichael trait," I admitted, warmth spreading through me at her observation. "So far, I hold the record for being the largest and whitest wolf." Curiosity flickered in her eyes, like a candle's flame refusing to go out. "How far back do those records go?"

She added and winked at them. Ariel nodded in understanding. She is a mermaid, by the way. “A fairy… a mermaid…” Snow White muttered. “I once saw my stepmother talking to a mirror…” she said. Cinderella looked at her. “She is schizophrenic?” she guessed. Snow White shook her head. Her lip twitched. “No… she also often cooks, especially apples…” she said. “She wanted to be a chef?” Ariel wrote on the ground what she guessed. “No!” Snow White took a deep breath. “She is a witch!” she told them.

"Yeah! But dad gave your responsibility to me... They don't trust you, you are too reckless for a princess..." He chuckled. "Guys, this is ridiculous... I am not a kid..." She groaned. "You are still in school." He mocked. "Isn't she almost 50 years old..." Snow said and boys laughed. "Snow! Stop counting my age... It's so embarrassing until it goes beyond hundred." She groaned. "You two wait!" She said madly and went to her room. Augustus and Sebastian looked at each other and their laugher turned into awkward silence.

Honestly, when I was young the thought of killing anything, let alone a person, Vampire or not, made me sick to my stomach. But when a Vampire killed my mother, my only family that I had ever known, back when I was 12 years old... I knew I had to avenge her death. Number 148 mom, number 148 and I will never stop. I will kill every last one of these blood sucking leeches. My name is Snow. I'm 28 years old, and I’m a Vampire Hunter.

I watched her eyes slowly close and held onto the rough clay dolls even tighter. "You have to keep living. Go tell him yourself!" Janet Smith shook her head, her smile sweet and gentle. "He doesn't want to see me. He's the one who wanted me to climb the snowy mountain." I only found out from the bits and pieces she told me. For the last two years, Chester Graham had been the one sending her on trips all over the world. The last trip, the one to the mountaineering camp, was arranged by Chester's people too.

He's not here. To;Gray: Why are you lying? From;Gray: I know your address, Snow White. Are you scared of me? I sigh and tuck back my loose hair behind my ear. To; Gray: I don't know what you're talking about. Just hanging out with you last night and I end up getting grounded. I wanted to delete the message but I already sent it. From;Gray: Grounded! Your parents are fucked up. You're not sixteen, are you?

I take it and get a closer look at it. It was an invitation to Alex Snow’s wedding, Isaac Snow’s oldest son. Isaac Snow, the leader of the Snow clan, has four children. Three sons and one daughter. The oldest one was Alex, followed by Jacob, Lucas, and April. I have never met any of them before. I’ve only seen glimpses of the daughter April at my high school. She was seventeen years old, a year younger than me. The boys were all older, that’s why I never ran into them despite living in a small town where everyone knows each other.