White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes Novels & Stories

I whispered dreamily as I stood up and walked towards the window standing right next to him. Placing my palms onto the cold glass window, I moved closer gazing at the beautiful large snow flakes descending from the cloudy sky as they start to coat the busy roads below. "It's snowing" happiness erupted inside me. "It's beautiful" I spoke watching the flakes getting heavier and faster, drizzling down at the city below. "Yes, very beautiful" Malin whispered causing my head to turn to him but surprisingly, his eyes were not on the falling snowflakes but instead they were stuck on....me.

I woke up after a while of lying helplessly in a pile of snow. Apparently I had fainted after falling. A gust of wind from the west that was so cold made me suffer. My body was shivering in the cold amidst the returning snow. My dark brown hair was slowly turning white from the snow. Amidst the silence of this unfamiliar place, a man in a thick black coat walked towards me and stopped. Without knowing who it was, he knelt down and extended his hand to me.

Her pinkish white hair glorified her face with a tint of pink undertone on her cheeks and rose like lips. Mr Lucus was overjoyed and sent for Aruto right away. Under a dove grey sky, the colours of the world don its winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before. The path was sparkling and crunchy as they left their footprints. The air formed a frozen lace on their skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand. They reached a small house and knocked at the door. Mr Lucus Garnette, a blonde, meek man, opened the door.

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

My hot breath puffed and curled in front of me. Dad wasted no time, charging through the snow, following my screams and the little drag marks deep in the snow. I struggled to run after him and watched as my Dad shifted into a large, brown wolf. His paws thundered through the snow, kicking up little flurries and bits of frozen soil. While my heart thundered and my legs screamed from running through the snow, I couldn't ignore how beautiful everything looked. The fresh scent of snow lingered in the air, cold as it rushed through my nose and into my lungs.

“It’s so fluffy!” I couldn’t help but laugh at Keanu’s childlike wonder as he reached out beyond our golden sphere to catch snowflakes in his palm. The moment they crossed the barrier of his magic, they melted into water droplets that caught the light like tiny diamonds. “You’ve seen snow before.” I laughed. “Not like this. Not in the middle of a snow storm and it’s been forever!” He spun in a slow circle, amber eyes wide as he took in the swirling white chaos beyond our protective bubble. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt it. Since I’ve touched it."

Her icy gaze seemed to freeze the air around her, but her warm, radiant smile was cooling. Her skin was a radiant, porcelain-like complexion, with a subtle sheen that seemed almost otherworldly. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the snow, shining bright with a gentle warmth that belied her icy demeanor. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, framing her eyes like delicate icicles, and her lips were full and inviting, painted a soft, rose-petal pink that seemed to glow with an inner light.

The room had a great view with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the décor was… Something else. Pink. Everywhere. I wouldn't even be surprised if I saw a rainbow unicorn somewhere. What, did he think I was a child? In any case, I was too tired to play the straight man, so I freshened up and collapsed on the bed. In my dreams, I returned to the day when I first met Lucas in high school. He leaned on the windowsill, wearing headphones as he read a book. The wind rustled the trees outside, tousling his hair and the hem of his snow-white shirt.

The door slammed behind me, and the silence that followed chased me like a shadow. I couldn't breathe or think. All I felt was this bone-deep panic, clawing its way up my throat. The cold hit me like a fucking wall. I didn't even grab a coat. I just walked. Out the back door, down the crumbling steps, my boots crunching through frost that hadn't melted in days. The sky above me was the colour of ash. It was snowing. My lungs burned with every breath, pain lancing through my chest. I bent over, hacking hard into my palm until something warm and wet filled my mouth. I turned my head and spat. Red bloomed across the snow like ink.

His mouth lifted into a bemused sneer as if looking at a dead person. The horn sounded, my breathing coming out in desperate ragged gasps. The air suddenly turned cold, thick with deadly rivalry. I howled, my eyes igniting with a violet glow. The smile on Vivian’s face faltered, a flicker of fear crossing her features. With a graceful movement, I leaned forward, my bones and spines stretching and reshaping. Snow-white furs rippled across my skin like thick ice. My figure finally changed, morphing into a large white wolf. A commotion erupted, a ripple of gasps sweeping through the crowd. Lucas’s father’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping to the floor.