There Was A Cold Lady Who Swallowed Some Snow Novels & Stories

Shivering in cold weather, almost freezing to death, wearing shredded clothes, a lady collapsed in a pile of white grains that killed warmth. She wanted to scream for help, but marquises with big black wolves had been chasing her. She struggles to stand up and run. She tried her best to escape despite cold limbs. However, she tripped from a stone covered with snow. And when she turned around, a pack of the wolf had thrown themselves at her. She screamed when one of the pack bit her arm, but when she blinked... A weary room welcomed her sight. She looked around and wondered if it was day or night because it leaves no space for light to peek.

"If you are sensitive to the cold, do not stand out here in the snow. Get in the snowcrawler." A man sat inside a snowcrawler, dressed in a bluish-gray robe. His features bore a striking resemblance to Isolde's, as though they had been shaped from the same mold.

Russia swallowed us whole in white. The cold was sharp and alive, the kind that bit into my cheeks and turned every breath into a little cloud. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, untouched and blinding, and somehow that made everything feel lighter. Like the past could not follow us this far north. Like grief needed a visa it hadn’t been granted. Bibi fell first. Flat on her back. Arms spread wide. Staring up at the sky like it had personally betrayed her. “I have been attacked,” she announced solemnly.

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.

I kept my hair at a pool on my face as Elder Zu walked through the girls. Just as he did, something cold touched my shoulders. I put my hands on it, bringing it low to my gaze only to see snow. And that instant, more fell from the sky. “Master!” The fairy girl said with a rage filled voice. “Shouldn’t we leave now that the snow has begun? We are going to catch a cold at this rate!” A rumble of laughter exploded from Elder Zu and it went on for a while. I heard the girl grunt in confusion.

To his astonishment, he saw a snow-covered plain ahead—a glacier. With the last ounce of his strength, Matthew rushed forward, scooping up handfuls of snow and shoveling them into his mouth. The cold hit him instantly, soothing his burning body. He let out a sound of relief. Soon, the freezing cold invaded his body, wrapping him in an icy grip. His limbs went numb, and his fingers cramped up as he struggled to move. Slowly, he forced himself to continue walking, but the blizzard engulfed him and turned him into a snowman.

She felt like she'd just dozed off, abruptly interrupted by the icy water. Shivering uncontrollably, she struggled to sit up. The cold overwhelmed her, momentarily numbing the pain of her wounds. The water trickled down her hair, drenching her face and clothes, leaving her in an unparalleled state of shame and humiliation. "Sleeping peacefully with wolves now?" Kathy Legoza's mocking voice echoed from above, laden with disdain and scorn. Laura wiped the water from her face, glancing up at the small, high window. The sky had brightened, yet the sunlight streaming through the cracks failed to thaw the cold and despair within her.

I managed to say, as I discreetly stepped back. Luis gave a knowing squint and polished off his wine with a grin. "Enjoy your Christmas Eve. Don't worry about me being the old guy here." Yara, a little tipsy, overheard and pulled me down to sit. "Nicole, just drinking is so dull. Let's spice things up with a game..." Before I could even respond, she had an empty wine bottle spinning on the table. The rules were simple: whoever the bottle pointed at had to take a dare.

Kathy yelled and dragged Jon towards the tomb entrance. Their voices echoed strangely in the hall, as if a new room had opened up in it. Footfalls followed them out into the star bright night. The Cold Woman was in the center of the cemetery, dancing on the tip of a pointed gravestone. Kathy clutched Jon close, and he held her back with equal intensity. “Ah seen some messed up stuff,” Louis’s voice drifted in from behind them. “Once saw a kid get a pencil shoved right into his eye, but this beats all.”

“Let me see her. Now.” Inside the sterile room, my mother lay completely peaceful and entirely still, her physical form looking exactly as it had for the last seven winters—but the violent, rhythmic noise of the life-support machinery had gone completely silent. I took her hand in mine; the skin was still holding a residual warmth but was cooling with every passing second. Her feet were still clad in the bright red solstice socks I had slipped onto her ankles yesterday morning, decorated with little cartoon figures. Yesterday, my wolf had still held a desperate, childish hope that she would eventually open her eyes and recognize my scent. Now, the reality felt entirely fake, like I was trapp