White Winter By Pentatonix Novels & Stories

Black's POV "Wow." White said as he stared at the school's entrance, which had extravagant decorations. "This is a school festival, right?" "I guess so." I replied. I don't know what White sees, but everything that I could see was just monochrome. I'm sure these decorations make people feel festive or something, but I guess that's gonna be impossible for me. 'Should we go inside?" White asked. "Ah, yeah. Where do we give the tickets though?"

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

I looked behind and saw Leroy and the two were walking towards us. "Hey Snow, Hey man." Said Dax and I couldn’t help but glance at Eion beside him who just nodded his head in the direction of Luke, glancing at me briefly before diverting his gaze. I decided to just leave it for a while. Just then, the song changed. “Good morning and goodnight I wake up at twilight It's gonna be alright We don't even have to try It's always a good time.” Good time by Owl City ft. Carly Rae Jepsen blasted through the speakers. Yeah, just like the song says, it's a good time. I bobbed my head to the tune, lost from the song.

Her voice was like angels singing. “Little Dove,” Adrien said as she started to walk away, her head snapped around to face us. “My father used to call me White Dove, until he banished us.” She muttered, more to herself than to us. “What?” I said. Banished? What was she talking about? “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. I sometimes forget to use my inside voice, but it brought back a memory. Well, a dream." “What is your name?” I asked her as I saw a woman walk out. She gasped when she saw who we were.

All cameras and lighting are pointed in their direction, and the director has started delivering instructions. Even more than their music, I love how the quartet members dressed. Flynn is dressed in an all-white tux, Jace is in pale blue, and Seth, the only woman in the group, is wearing a dress in a light shade of pink with shimmers. The four musicians take their places, facing one another, and reach for their respective instruments. Their new piece is called ‘Winter Serenade.’ As the cameras roll, a heartwarming and joyful instrumental starts to play. Within the first few strokes of their strings, I’m captured with a feeling of warmth and passion.

To sit there was to be the alpha of alphas and he needed that badly, for a million reasons, but especially for one. “I try not to think about Eldarna too much,” he responded. “We have been practicing. I am thinking we have bigger problems.” Nate dropped his glass, he needed to hear everything Avan had to say “What problems?” “There’s a white wolf here.” He waited to get a reaction from Nate but when he didn’t, he knew Nate had already heard “You’ve heard.” He said. “You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.”

Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

My long, snow-white hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, a stark contrast to the green of the field around me. I often thought about how Monica, my foster mom had found me. It was a story she had told me countless times, but I never grew tired of hearing it. twenty years ago, Monica had been walking through the woods behind the farm when she heard a faint, pitiful cry. Following the sound, she stumbled upon a basket partially hidden among the undergrowth. Inside was a baby girl with hair as white as the purest snow and eyes that seemed to hold the depth of the sky.