Novel & Cerita Winter Schnee Rwby

Sabastian’s wolves’ eyes are red, they never give me this feeling, but that’s probably because he doesn’t look at me with the same predatory gaze as if I am the ice cream he is about to devour. “I like bitter things. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth,” he laughs as I arch a brow. Who doesn’t like sweet things? I finish my ice cream, it’s warm today, so it’s melting fast. There isn’t another option unless I plan to wear it. My hands are a little sticky now and I’m not too sure what to do with them as I scan the area, looking for a bathroom to wash them. Next thing I know, I feel a splash as Winter flicks water from the fountain at me. “Hey!” I protest as he just laughs more and I realise he

Snowflakes danced in the wind, quiet, relentless. Ronon stood still, breathing hard. As if each inhale cost him a piece of himself. “Leave me, Dax,” he said quietly, his voice nearly breaking. I didn’t argue. I stepped out and returned a moment later with a thick sweater and a warmer blanket for Lyra. Her shoulders tensed as I approached. “I already have a blanket,” she said, eyes still fixed on the snowfall. “These clothes are for summer,” I said gently, crouching beside her. “You’ll freeze tonight.”

“He intends to make an example of what occurred.” His expression darkened slightly as he continued. “He will use the fate of the Alpha who dared to trespass into our territory." Ragnar lifted his gaze toward the vast front glass wall of Bruno’s den, his sharp eyes settling on the faint snowfall drifting down from the darkened sky. The snow was falling gently. Fine white flakes descended in a slow dance, brushing against the transparent glass before melting into nothingness. “It’s already winter,” Ragnar said. “It’s mating season… but I don’t feel any desire for it right now.”

Victoria’s wolf, dusky brown and nimble, moved beside Calix’s steel-colored form, all muscle and silence. They gathered their packs in their jaws and braved the snow. At first, the wind stung. The snow whipped into their fur, cold and blinding, coating their lashes and muzzles. But they pressed on. The forest loomed ahead, tall pines and ancient oaks, their snow-laden branches arching over the path like guardians. As they entered the woods, the storm dulled. The trees muffled the wind, and though the snow still fell, it wasn’t blinding. It became… beautiful. A world of white and grey, quiet and vast.

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.

Behind her, Nives Solari didn't return to her laptop. She stood by the window, her fingers lightly pressing against the cool glass as she watched Asena walk through the dark corridor of the twenty-fourth floor, a slow, completely real smile finally breaking across the Ice Queen's lips.

Reed’s pov It’s snowing. “Say can I ask you a question?” she asked still looking out the window. “What comes of snow when its melt?” I smirked at the obvious question. “Water obviously.” “Bzzt.” she chuckled. “Spring comes dummy.” “Spring is my favourite season.” She whispered, her voice like soft chime of wind. She was my spring. My favourite season. I was snow. I’d frozen somewhere along the line in darkness, in my dark cage and she was a fresh bright spring.

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

It was a clean cold, sharp and scentless. December in Switzerland. A pale, pearl-gray sky, the stark black skeletons of trees lining the roads. Tbe majestic, snow-dusted shoulders of the Alps looming in the distance like watchful giants. Wren was dressed for it in a long coat of charcoal wool, a thick scarf wrapped high around her neck, and leather boots with a grip meant for icy pavements. Wren could see her breath forming small clouds in the cold air with each exhalation, and she actually appreciated the bite of the temperature against her face even as she was grateful for the layers of warm clothing protecting the rest of her body.