Novel & Cerita White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes

"Hayle, wake up." A gentle bass voice whispered into Hayle's ear, instantly rousing him from a dream he had already forgotten upon waking. His smile emerged as he saw the familiar face lying beside him, not far away. Hayle stretched, still longing to sink back into the warmth of his bed. It almost felt unreal being in a place covered in snow. Rolling his body and glancing around, his eyes widened at the sight of the sky, now transformed into a breathtaking scene of orange mixed with grey, touched with hints of white and pale blue.

I looked down and noticed that it was as if I was walking on water, as the floor was wet, but it didn't wet my feet. The air around is cold, as if a chilly breeze was constantly blowing, making my skin shiver. The silence is disturbing, dense, as if I were trapped in a place where time doesn't exist. I looked around, searching for any sign of why I was in such a place, and after a few minutes, I saw a small bluish glow and walked towards it. I realized the glow came from a simple white snowflake, with a bluish light around it. I could feel an attraction to this snowflake and extended my hand to hold the object. “Do you think you are ready?” I heard Boreas's voice.

Nicoli screamed. The sound that tore from him wasn't human—it was the sound of something essential breaking, raw and wordless and absolute. His throat tore with the force of it, tasting copper and desperation. But the air swallowed the scream whole, leaving only the visible puff of his breath curling upward, crystallizing, breaking apart into— Snow. It was snowing again. Thick white flakes materialized from nothing, drifting between him and the room ahead, building a veil that grew more opaque with each heartbeat. Through the gaps, he could still see flashes of color—red silk, silver hair, crimson spreading across white cushions.

When the flames burn bright orange once more, I glance around, finding that it's just be as usual, only with the cold much worst that what I remember falling asleep. Grabbing a cloak and wrapping it around my trembling form, I opened the door, the cold air spontaneously latching unto my exposed face. Snow whisks hazardly in my plane of vision, a blacket of only crystal white before and all around. I raise a hand, in an effort to sheild my face from the cold, squinting. I can't make out a damn thing in all the snow that's pilling high and still higher with every flake that falls. The roof of the house is coated with ice, an assurance that anything caught out in this weather will becomes the a

Mira It was snowing. Each flake was big and fluffy, and I watched as they did slow somersaults to the ground. It was one of those storms that’s heavy and soft all at once. But the air wasn’t cold. I couldn’t see my breath, and I didn’t shiver, even though I was in a lacy white nightgown. The snowflakes that touched my skin melted away as they touched my skin, like I’d burned them out of existence.

********** 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?’

I'm here if you need me. Resolving myself, I put my hands out and move my fingers back and forth the way Gran taught me, a familiar motion. Cool air blows across my cheek as it rushes by toward the warriors, a gentle current. I picture the tiny flakes of snow tumbling slowly to the ground, soft and pristine, and in no time, they appear, delicate white specks against the gray sky. Pretty soon, the once muddy ground is blanketed in white, transformed into a winter wonderland. A shiver runs through me as the chill reaches down to my core, a deep, pervasive cold. The wind picks up, and I'm focusing really hard to try to keep this from turning into a blizzard, to maintain control.

The husband of that female restaurant owner—Amanda, that was her name. “Why don’t we play a little game?” Mari said coldly. She stepped closer, gripping the wolfsbane whip with cruel intent. “So… who wants to go first?” *********** Meanwhile… Snow’s eyes snapped open from her short nap, yet her eyes were drowsy, tired. The day wasn't even over, yet her body felt like it was burning from the inside. It was like a fever, but she didn’t know why. A gasp echoed and the girl nearby stared at Snow, eyes wide. “Your nose… it’s bleeding!”

Her skin is white as porcelain, almost translucent, accentuating the dark colour of her eyes. Currently, Orizon is experiencing a grip of winter, chilling even the stoutest of hearts. Our landscapes haee transformed into a wintry wonderland, where snow blankets the earth in a pristine white cloak, and frost paints delicate patterns on every surface. Her, in this white dress and pale skin, it is easy to call her snow white, she is a princess after all.

Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight, without a single dark marking. And yet it was not her color tha