Vermont Snowstorm Novels & Stories

"It's snowing, Mr. Hart! Finally, it's snowing! Ms. Renee always visits the Castle of Yore to see the snow. You'll be able to see her again." In Valtara, snow typically arrived early each winter. But this year, despite the biting cold, the snow had been notably absent. Today, however, brought the season's first snowfall. Abigail had been eagerly awaiting this, yearning to witness the snowy splendor of the Castle of Yore. Her small wish had been unmet until this moment. Xander peered outside; the yard was gradually filling with fluttering snowflakes, steadily becoming a denser flurry. This sight stirred excitement within him, but it was quickly overshadowed by a severe bout of coughing.

I plan to be in her life, so I need to stand up to her brothers, not cower behind my girl. As we enter the large family room, a reporter on the television points to a map of power outages in the Des Moines area, shows videos of stranded drivers being rescued, and reads a formal statement about the official closure of the interstates. The weather person explains that the snow will continue to fall for the next eight hours. High winds will cause drifting, making travel more difficult in the area. “May be snowed in for a couple of days,” Richard states, looking to Garret and me.

The 300-meter radius around the two villas was now completely bare. Kairo Quinn, his back aching from exhaustion, complained, "Good thing we’re strong! Otherwise, there’s no way we could’ve finished all this physical labor in just a few days!" Less than two days after we finished clearing the lawns, Kensington was hit by its first major snowstorm of the apocalypse. The cold winter wind carried snowflakes to the ground, howling like a wailing ghost. It whipped the roadside branches and leaves into a frenzy, making them creak and groan mournfully.

Then, she pulled up her hood to cover her wet hair, knowing she'd catch a cold if she went out like that. Winston shone his flashlight out the window, revealing a blanket of white covering the ground. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was snowing. Not only was it snowing, but the road was also blocked, and they experienced a power and water outage. It truly was a terrible night. Snow was falling heavily. When Millie opened the door, it blew into her face but melted quickly. The strong wind made her step back. It was so cold that she struggled to breathe.

Every person understood that the farther north they traveled, the less likely they were to return by the same route. Snow began falling three hours into the journey. At first, it came down in thin, scattered flakes that vanished against the windshields. Then the storm thickened. By noon, the world had become white. The road disappeared beneath the tires, and the mountains ahead were reduced to dark shapes behind a curtain of ice. The mountain range rose ahead of them like a wall. Victor stared through the windshield. "Beautiful." Elena looked at him from the passenger seat. "You always say that before something explodes."

Chapter 125: Whispers Become War --- The storm arrived overnight. Thick, wet snow coated the trees and power lines, turning the Vermont landscape into a white labyrinth. The power flickered twice, then held. Inside the cabin, Sophia sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by papers, screenshots, and printouts from the USB drive Langley had given her. The world was still trying to absorb the shock.

The night was dark and silent as the heavy snow fell. Inside the estate, Fiona glanced out the window. "Oh, it looks like it's snowing outside," she said. Sam remained indifferent as it snowed every year in Elgerson. To him.. Or rather, snow was nothing special to anyone who grew up in Elgerson. "Mmhm," he responded coolly, but his mind was elsewhere. If the first snowfall continued without stopping for several days, it could lead to a natural disaster. Snow storms would disrupt transportation, limit production, damage commerce activities, strain energy resources, and put immense pressure on the insurance industry.

Anita has always freaked throughout a storm. I was wondering if it was the pregnancy draining her energy. I know once the weather calmed down we'd make an appointment to check on her with the pregnancy. It wasn't planned for her to get pregnant, but nonetheless we welcomed it. I thought back a few weeks ago, when the storms first started for the season. My parents happened to take Amelia camping that weekend two towns away. We'd made love to distract her from the storm outside. That was roughly eight weeks ago and there have been other more recent activities.

I pressed myself flat against the warm scales of his back, my fingers locked into the grooves between them, my cheek against the heat of him as the storm screamed around us. Snow. Everywhere. Not falling so much as attacking. It came at us horizontally, pellets of ice mixed with the thick, blinding white, driving into my exposed skin with a fury that felt personal. I couldn’t see more than three feet in any direction. The mountain peak I’d pointed us toward had vanished behind a wall of weather so dense, it might as well have been solid stone.

She stared in utter disbelief. Vermont? Oh, God, yes. Vermont. That’s where Mary-Anne had said that Henri’s cabin was… up high in the mountains of Vermont. Her mind raced, calculating, counting. It was about a thirty-hour drive from Colorado to Vermont if you drove straight through, and if it was good weather. But in a blizzard, with rest-breaks and sleep-stops? Maybe two days. Theoretically, they could be there the next night at the earliest, but realistically, chances were that they’d arrive the day after.