Weiss Schnee Novels & Stories

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

"We screwed up badly." Liam sighed, patting his shoulder. "Regret is useless. We need to find Eira and make amends." "Where do we start?" Neal asked, looking up. "She hates us. Why would she see us?" "We'll try regardless," Liam said firmly. "I've got people searching. We'll hear something soon." ... In Switzerland, I was steadily assuming control of my mother's enterprises. Kirk guided me through operations and introduced key partners. My days were filled, leaving no room for thoughts of the Winters family.

I said Excitedly. Denver walked over to me and laid on the ground. "Get on." He said. "Why aren't you letting Stephen ride on you?" I asked. "Because this will be the first time Rose and I can carry the both of you separately. It's something we've always wanted to do." Denver said. "That sounds like a good idea." Stephen said, walking to Rose. "You really are beautiful Rose, you know that?" Stephen said as he reached up to pet her. She turned and licked his face while I climbed up on Denver. I looked over to see Stephen was climbing up on Rose and when they were both fully standing I felt like I was on top of the world. They were so tall! Denver looked back at me and I knew he wanted me to h

Kalix watches her with a smile, his eyes reflecting the joy and wonder that Audrey's excitement brings. Audrey's voice is filled with wonder as she gazes up at the swirling snowflakes. "It's like we're in a snow globe, Kalix. Everything looks so magical and peaceful." Kalix smiles, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the winter scene before them. "There's something so serene about a snowfall, isn't there? It's as if the world slows down for a moment, inviting us to appreciate the beauty of nature."

“What’s the matter? Why is your face so pale?” “L-look in front of y-you. W-what do you s-see?” “I see snow! Pure, white snow— nothing more than that.” “Yes!” Ishida bellowed. “Yes! The dangerously white form of precipitation that we Lagodans fear the most has finally caught up with me. It has confronted me! There’s no way I can escape from it. It’s following me everywhere I go.” “Snow? Dangerous? Ishida, what’s wrong with snow? It’s cold, powdery, and sometimes fluffy, too.”

"Can you speak to the snow, child?" Kael looked at her. "No. I can just feel what it is. It is waiting for water. It is neither sad nor happy. It just... is." "It just is," Maeve repeated softly, and for a moment, her severe face was thoughtful. They walked until the sun began to dip below the trees, painting the snow in shades of orange and pink. As they crested a ridge, Elias pointed ahead. "New Dawn," he said.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

"What will it be like there?" Asher walked over, his presence always a calming force. He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "It'll be colder on the journey since we're nearing winter," he explained, gently taking my hand. "There'll already be snow in the mountains." He led me to the window, pulling back the curtain to reveal a world outside that was already hinting at the coming winter. "But inside the Weir, it's different," he continued, his tone soothing. "It's heated by geothermal energy. They've harnessed it to power everything, from lights to modern conveniences."