White Lips Pale Face Breathing In Snowflakes Lyrics Novels & Stories

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

And then, finally, it settled on a very sharp, biting shade of cold. I woke up face-down in a drift that felt like a bed made of needles. My mouth was full of snow that tasted like copper and ozone. My lungs felt like they had been flattened by a steamroller, every breath a desperate, shallow struggle against the crushing weight of my own chest. I lay there for a long time, listening to the sound of my own blood drumming a frantic tempo in my ears. "Okay," I whispered to the snow. "Zero stars. Would not recommend."

The portal shimmer vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the snowfield silent and the wolves breathing like they had just sprinted across the entire territory. Then it started snowing. Not regular snow. Unnatural snow. The kind of snow that fell straight down without drifting, glowing faintly like moonlit embers and humming. Humming. Snow should not hum. Snow should fall quietly and behave itself. This snow had opinions. Lucian looked up at the sky and screamed. “Why is it singing?”

I think. I kept a slow, minimum-breathing pace. And after what felt like years, I was finally able to pry my eyes open. Snow pours down on me. Nothing but sad gray clouds and tall, dark silhouettes of trees crowded my vision. Winter came sooner than I expected. I am outside, left alone in this cold ground. I did my best to move, but ended coughing out blood. My lips started to quiver, as did my whole body. Breathing is the only consolation I have at this time.

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

Infuriated, the Queen lunged forward to strike her, but Snow White swung back, her palm connecting with the Queen’s cheek with a sharp slap! "You! I will kill you with my own hands!" The Queen’s eyes blazed. She saw Snow White blowing frantically into the leaf whistle, but no sound came out. The Queen let out a mocking laugh. "A silent whistle? Do you honestly think those seven idiot Titans are coming to save you? You’re delusional!" "Who said it was silent? The frequency of that whistle is something only a Titan can hear from miles away," a deep, gravelly voice thundered.

she said softly. The Bloodfang’s ears pricked, insult flashing across his face. She let her storm rise. Not as a shout this time. As a breath. The wind that had been at her back rolled around her, curling at her feet, lifting snow in a lazy spiral. The air sang softly with static. Snowflakes suspended for a heartbeat in the charged field, each one catching the fading light like a tiny star. The rogue’s fur lifted along his spine. He swallowed. “Back,” Luna said.

My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.

********** When I hit the snow again I’m could tell I was far away from Luceans pack manor. Snow dug under my nails and my face numbed as it had been shortly buried in the cold. I struggled to my feet, the air in my lungs biting and my throat raspy from my sudden and coarse breaths. The wolfs paws touched the snow silently as he stalked around me. I winced, when his voice, cold and echoing reverberated in my head. ‘You think you can waltz into this pack, holding promises of vengeance with an empty gut?’

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.