Snow White Wakes Up Novels & Stories

The room had a great view with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the décor was… Something else. Pink. Everywhere. I wouldn't even be surprised if I saw a rainbow unicorn somewhere. What, did he think I was a child? In any case, I was too tired to play the straight man, so I freshened up and collapsed on the bed. In my dreams, I returned to the day when I first met Lucas in high school. He leaned on the windowsill, wearing headphones as he read a book. The wind rustled the trees outside, tousling his hair and the hem of his snow-white shirt.

But the night stretched long and merciless, each second dragging by as though mocking her exhaustion. A soft rustling sound made her lift her head slightly. She turned her gaze to the other side of the room, where a familiar white figure rested on the couch. Snow White lay curled up in a comfortable heap, his thick fur rising and falling with each slow breath. His dazzling blue eyes cracked open, peering at her with quiet intelligence. Evelyn pushed herself upright. “Come here, Snow.” Her voice was a gentle whisper, coaxing. She stretched out her arms, motioning him closer.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

, I cut him down, furrowing my eyebrows. He chuckled looking at me. "Yeah..I decided to call you snow white since you called me Snow prince yesterday, remember? And you kinda look like snow white with those brown eyes, red lips and short dark hair. The difference is only snow white was beautiful." I glared at him causing his grin to widen. "So yeah Snow White, you are gonna behave nicely to me today, just like a friend. And I'll also be nice to you," his grin didn’t disappear yet. I wanted to slap his face. But I controlled myself.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

I felt a tear slide down my face realizing how exhausted I do feel. She placed one hand under my chin making me look at her while whipping away a stray tear with the other, "Oh my child I know this is hard to handle but you are stronger than you think. Your body will change and adapt. Your spirit gift will strengthen you, your body, mind and soul which is why I came early." She put a hand on either side of my face and kissed me right in the middle of my forehead. I felt lighter than I have, I looked down and saw my own body glow like hers. My hair now had white streaks in them, my mind felt clearer. "You will wake up soon and feel more refreshed than you have. I will see you in 2 days. Water

As soon as the smell of sickness hit me, I knew I was in the right place. Ahead of me running in the opposite direction were two women. A bright red wig was on the ground behind them as one of them pushed open the emergency exit door, flooding the hallway with sunlight and the ringing sound of an alarm. I could still catch them if I hurried–they weren’t too far yet. But then I saw something that made my heart stop. Ariana, her eyes closed, her body limp as she fell forward… I didn’t think–I just moved. “Ariana,” I gasped as I caught her in my arms. She was covered in the partially digested remains of the toxic pumpkin soup.

The pack moved like a tightened fist, always ready to strike. But tonight… he was calm. His breathing was even. His grip around me firm but relaxed, as though for once, he believed nothing could reach us here. I allowed myself to believe it too. As sleep took me, the world shifted. I stood in a vast white space, cold and silent. Then I heard it…..a howl. Painful and heartbreaking. I turned and saw her. A Snow White wolf stood a short distance away, her fur matted with blood, her sides torn and bleeding freely. Each breath she took seemed to hurt. She howled again, the sound echoing through the emptiness.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

And slowly memories begin to claw their way back, slippery and fragmented. Snow.A storm.The car sliding. Jake yelling my name. A shadow— And then nothing. Nothing but darkness swallowing everything whole. “Hey—hey, easy,” a voice murmurs. I turn my head, every bone protesting the movement. A nurse in pale blue scrubs steps into view, relief softening her features. She reaches for the monitor beside me, adjusting something with gentle hands. “You’re awake,” she says quietly. My lips feel cracked. When I try to speak, only a rasp escapes. “W…where—”