White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes Novels & Stories

(Claire's POV) I put my hand in the coat's pocket which I was wearing. The snow falling. My head looked up, enjoying the snowflakes that touched my face. My hand was outstretched, touching the pieces of ice that fell from the sky. ‘It’s beautiful....’ Don’t want to linger outside with the cold, bone-piercing air. I went back to walking while yawning a few times, withstanding the whacking drowsiness. My face must look terrible. My eye circumference looks blacker than usual.

Each end of the snowflake has white diamonds too that glows brightlywhen in contact with light. Her eye s however is straing deeply into her sleeping husband. Her lips tremble at the thoughto of him getting hurt. She was clueless. She didn’t know what to do. Then, when a few rain drops flew to he rcheek, she slowly wipes them awat and notice the droplets turns into ice t her touch. And idea flickers in he rhead. She gulped as much air she can and turn back to Adam.

Some nights I could almost hear their laughter again, the jeers, the rejection, Isaak’s voice sharp as a blade. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady beat beneath my ribs. One, two. Two heartbeats. My reason to keep breathing. At some point, exhaustion dragged me under. ••• At first, I thought I was dreaming of snow. White drifted all around me, soft and endless, glittering beneath a light that didn’t belong to the sun or moon. The air was thick with silver dust, glowing faintly as it fell. I couldn’t feel my body. My feet touched nothing, yet I was standing.

"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

The wide fields below are a blanket of white, glistening in the warm sunlight. It’ll all be gone in a matter of minutes. But it’s here now. I raise my hand to the cold winds and let the damp flakes kiss my skin, sending a shiver all through me. Ethan peers back at me from the corner of his icy eye, and I lift both hands letting my legs lock firmly around him. He pauses for only a second before an earth-shaking roar tears through him with another bout of ice and snow. My chin tips up to the feel of it against my skin and I let out an excited yell to match his roar.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

As he stared at his mother's grave, dying to ask her for advice, for comfort, but he knew she could give him neither, so he didn't say anything. At some point, it started snowing. Snowflakes danced in the wind before falling on the ground. Right then, as the snow fell on his frozen hands and face, feeling them softly touching his skin reddened from the cold, Jake felt comforted. Comforted by the snow and the cold wind... by the soft silence that filled the air... by the sky of the night that, for once, didn't envelop him in the darkness for it had taken a soft purplish hue, and it was brighter than usual because of the snow.

He was there again. Nothing but white for as far as the eye could see. Snow was drifting lazily everywhere around him. He looked down and even though there was nothing but an absolute, blinding white to take in, he knew that he was suspended in the air. With the difficulty he was experiencing in getting enough oxygen in his lungs, he must be very high up. He breathed deeply, the icy air burning some feeling back into his body. Thankfully, the flakes of snow were neither acid-like nor pounding painfully against his skin. Actually, when he thought truthfully about it, apart from the ability to see nothing at all, he found that this experience was somewhat pleasant. It was peaceful. In spite of

he answered. “Oh really?” She asked and looked at the elder who nodded his head. She opened her arms and the clouds turned grey. Igris raised his head looking up at the sky and saw the moon peeking from behind the clouds. He raised an intrigued brow as snow danced down from the clouds. He lowered his gaze to look at her and saw that her body was covered in a blanket of white light. Igris exhaled and saw a cloud of white flow out of his mouth. He could feel the cold from the snow enter his body and try to freeze his core but it did not work. He frowned staring at her and said, “You are going to need to do more than that.”

WanKe breaks the silence all of sudden beginning the conversation again. "Of course I will, I don't care about anything as long as we stick together," his smile widens. "You are the first close friend of mine," "And the best," he completes smiling cheekily. ~~~••~~~••~~~••~~~ Layer of white blanket forms on the high land trees heavy with snow on it's tips, the snow falls slowly landing on her hair and body, clenching her palms she squeezes her eyelids shut hoping her tears which welled up without her control to stop but her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for sometime and she sat there unmoving.