White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes Novels & Stories

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.

It was as if the bite of winter's cold had driven them into the sheltered alcoves of the woods, seeking refuge from its icy grasp. My eyes scanned the white landscape with a mix of anticipation and determination, each fallen snowflake a testament to the silent spectacle unfolding around me. Time flowed in tandem with the gentle rhythm of my breath, a pulsating reminder of the world's heartbeat beneath the icy veneer. Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

Then, suddenly, white flakes drifted down. At first, they looked like dust carried by the wind. But as more fell, they became unmistakable. It was snowing. She pushed the window open, and a freezing gust rushed into the room. Ignoring the biting cold, Danice reached out her hand. Several snowflakes landed on her palm, turning her fingers red. “…It’s snow.” The first snowfall. The night, painted with a dim moon, created a mesmerizing landscape. Danice wished she had her phone to capture it—she wanted to share this quiet beauty with Renee.

After drinking water, Crista returned to her room. She then changed her clothes and lay on the bed. The lights in her room were off, so she could clearly see the vast whiteness of snow outside the window. Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she took out a silver knife. It gleamed in the dark. Without hesitation, she heavily slid the sharp blade on her wrist, making blood gush out in an instant.

Lips slightly parted, her breath visible in the cold. The snow fell thicker now, lazy flakes drifting down like the world had decided to slow just for us. Streetlights cast a soft glow over everything, turning the pavement silver. Our breaths mingled in the cold, faint clouds of mist forming and dissolving between us, as if even the air couldn’t decide where it belonged. She looked up at me, not really. She was lost in my mind, probably wondering why we were so close. She licked her lips, and my eyes narrowed at the micro action.

LYRA Everything is black, and then I hear a little voice counting. “One, Two, Four, Five, Seven…” Another voice breaks through the darkness in my mind. “Emerson,” the little voice squeals. “You have got the numbers all wrong again.” Slowly my vision comes into view, and I am in the stables at Silver Wolf. But the stables are different. The stalls are full of horses, they have never been full before. I slowly walk towards Snowflake’s stall, relishing in the feel of the straw underneath my feet. A feeling of shock overwhelms my body when I see her. Her beautiful white coat has turned gray, and she looks so much older. “Oh my sweet Snowflake,” I cry as she nuzzles her nose in my hair.

Their white skin gleams like ivory in the dark night. The forest spreads out forever. Trees stretch in every direction. No path shows. No end appears. Branches reach out and slap my face as I push forward. Sharp twigs scratch my skin. Snow falls into my eyes and mouth. I wipe my face with my sleeve. My boots sink deep with every step. The leather grows wet and heavy. My breath comes out in white clouds. I fall forward suddenly. My hands and face land in the snow. The cold burns my skin. Snow fills my mouth.

Lucy’s POV The air stung my skin like wicked thorns. My breath came in short, hard gasps. I could taste the cold in my mouth. “Lucy, breathe,” Xandra whispered beside me. Her teeth were shaking. Her lips were almost blue. “I’m trying,” I said, my voice shaking as much as my body. The early snow beneath our shoes crunched with every step. The wind blew against our faces and cut through our clothes like it wanted to rip us open. I could feel my fingers going numb.

Scathing my palms and knees. My breathing escalates as I roll onto my back, trying to back away whilst I watch the ungodly wolf seep into view. His pelt is as white as snow, eerily pale with the ends tinged in a silvery shade like the blade of a sword. I'm frozen in fear as the wolf releases a daunting snarl, before shifting back into the human form of the driver.