Snowmen Stories Novels & Stories

"I told you I would break ties with you, so you all have to deal with the results..." "Consequences? What are you saying?" "It means that my wolf won't be able to hold back the monster I made..." Adam and Jace's faces lit up, so it was clear that they liked it, but Kayden wasn't sure. He can tell that Xavier's words are not the whole story, so he decides to take a step back. "I think I'll skip this one..." The brothers don't care if Kayden comes with them or not; all they want to do is get out of this forest. "Then cut ties between us and your wolf! We don't need you anyway... We have already tamed the wolf in us!" Adam says it with pride.

A knock on my door drove me to quickly wipe my tears and put on the smile I fake each time. I walked to the door and opened it and in came my best friend Johan . Curly dark brown hair , dark toned skin , dark brown orbs, a sharp pointed nose and a million dollar signature smile . We walked inside and sat there chatting and smiling . It's only with him I can be myself and not feel ashamed . It would kill me to loose such a friend and a brother .

Dave held on to his brother and tried to leave the space of the moon goddess. " We the wolves got summoned by the moon goddess" Simon being part of the moon goddess said holding on to the other two behind still they tried walking astray of his words but they found out there was nothing to hide from and the moon goddess could punish them for that act they returned to the meeting held in their names.

The sleeping Ember gave no response, but he continued speaking as though she could hear him. "Let me tell you a story. You used to love listening to my stories, didn't you, hmm?" Atlas lowered his gaze. His expression grew softer than ever before. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit in the forest. And one winter day, she built a small snowman outside her home. "The snowman had a round nose and a perpetually smiling face. "The little rabbit and the snowman quickly became the best of friends. They sang and danced together every day, and they were so happy.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

“Graham, I love snowmen, and yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” [The End]

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

The garden itself was a testament to the pack’s resilience—each newly planted seed represented a promise, a commitment to nurture life and hope despite the scars of the past. In a quiet corner near the garden, a small cluster of cubs played under the watchful eyes of their mentors. Their laughter was pure, echoing across the freshly tilled earth as they chased one another in carefree abandon. One cub, with a tuft of unruly fur and eyes full of wonder, tugged at his mentor’s paw. “Tell me a story,” he pleaded softly. The mentor, a gentle wolf named Lira, smiled warmly and began a tale of bravery and kindness, a story that wove together the history of the pack with the promise of the future.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.