Winter Schnee Rwby Novels & Stories

The horrible ruler. Her assurance didn't falter. As she watched the snow falling, there was assurance in her eyes. She was like bamboo. While bamboo looked delicate, breaking it was shockingly troublesome. She was in torment however Silje didn't quit strolling. The breeze proceeded to blow, and the snow wouldn't stop. In any event, it was anything but a full blizzard. Silje took a full breath. She was all the while strolling, however her arms and legs were presently starting to feel solid.

"I'll handle Mr. Rowe. Don't worry about it." Talia didn't argue. She let him have his way. Henry considered objecting, but thought better of it and kept quiet. The three of them made it back to the room and settled into their original spots. … The climate in Terrawich was nothing like Jarrowind's. Terrawich got snow in winter, but it came quickly and melted just as fast. The cold was damp, the kind that seeped into your bones, and the river never froze over. By the time Christian reached the scene, the rescue operation was already wrapping up.

My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.

Elara walked out of the building into the gray light of the valley. The storm from the north had had arrived, the first heavy flakes of winter snow were falling down through the trees like ashes from a fire. The timber wolf was still standing on the ridge above the road, his eyes watching her. His eyes were a pretty gold color. The wolf and the woman were just standing there looking at each other. They were standing in the middle of an empty space with forty yards of cold hard stone between them. The woman did not call out to the timber wolf. She did not get her fire ready. The timber wolf did not call out either. The winter was going to be a long one. The timber wolf and the woman were two

Said Cory. The moment after Cory spoke, she felt something light and fluffy fall onto her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and saw the snowflake tumble out. She looked up, thankful that there were no more sleeping Stormbringers above them. It was snowing now though which meant more Stormbringers might be close. The snowflakes fell, swaying side to side with the wind, gracefully sailing down to the earth. Cory almost found the snowfall beautiful until she realised the snowflakes were coming down faster and faster. She heard the wail of the wind as the snowstorm announced itself. All at once, snow rained down on them as icy winds whipped their hair and fur back and forth. Cory hugged

He just chuckled at what she said. "He was genuinely really shocked" she said shaking her head. He nodded and opened a door at the end of the corridor. As soon as they walked inside, a mild wind ran through their bodies. Myra immediately loved the vibe and weather. It's just perfect, moonlight shining brightly but the lights are bright enough to not let it shine. Mild wind running through her hair. The summer vibes were now going. It's already June end and there have been rain showers. She loves rain more than summers.

Lily came back with the drawing before he left. It was a house, a big square with a triangle roof, the way all children draw houses, with a sun in the corner that had about sixteen rays coming off it. In front of the house there were three figures. The tallest one had what appeared to be a suit drawn on in careful crayon strokes. The smallest one had enormous hair. The middle one had, Lily had given it long dark hair and a yellow shape at the bottom of the page that I eventually understood was supposed to be a cardigan, My cardigan. The yellow one I wore on Tuesdays.

“We have a pup to bring home.” Outside, thunder rolled. The first snow of winter started to fall. And in the distance, barely audible over the storm, a sound. Not a cry. A howl. Tiny. Defiant. _Alpha._ Rylan was calling for us. ---

*Part 1: High Passes – 3:00 AM, Windcut Ridge* Snow came sideways. Kade pulled his cloak tighter and kept his nose to the ground. The woman’s tracks were faint now, half-filled by wind, but still there. Steady. Unhurried. Ryn moved beside him, blade sheathed but hand on the hilt. “She’s not cold,” Ryn said quietly. “Not human cold. No shivering. No slowing down.”

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.