Winter Schnee Rwby Novels & Stories

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.

Her hair draped over her shoulders like she was the goddess of the goddamn ocean and maybe it was just me but I think she illuminated in the water. We played in the water for quite a while before finding our way back up. We kept splashing water on each other like children and competing with each other who could hold their breath under the water longer. The first time Winter dived in and didn’t come back out in thirty seconds, I was scared she had drowned but it turned out she’s just a werewolf with aquatic powers. Going into the water was fun and going back up was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I guess just never took enough interest in the water and I’m glad I never did because

Then he turned and walked toward the camp. Snow settled on his shoulders, on the whetstone, on the sword hilt. He pulled his collar up. Inside his chest plate, the new hairband pressed against his heart. Warm. --- 【Wildfire and Thistle】 The snow on the northern ice plains stopped for a few days each spring. Heavy snow turning to flurries, flurries turning to ice crystals, ice crystals turning to occasional glints caught in the wind. Rex crouched on a black basalt boulder, his greatsword thrust into the snow beside him, hilt up, like a crooked grave marker. He'd been crouching there a long time. The whetstone on his knee, flipped over and back.

{~~Avery Sterling~~} I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on fr

she hummed, pulling the ribbon out of her hair, walking past the small group. Edwin rolled his shoulders taking in the usual sight before him, glancing over at Abigail as she spoke, "they're never the same worlds but they all look the same, trees, rivers mountain tops-” "And that's because the winter cycle isn't yet in,” Ena chuckled, her hands folded across her chest, “soon it will be snow, snow, and more snow," she huffed, taking a stand in the middle, "let's not waste any more time. Edwin!” she called out.

As the first snowflake settled, it whispered secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold. First snowfalls usually come lightly to Sequim. The snow is soft as it glides down towards the cold earth. This year, however, it came in a blizzard. Snow dropped like an anvil, with ice forming instantaneously along the roads and trails. The wind blew so hard that the forest wolf patrol on duty had to seek shelter. They couldn’t see two feet before them, even with their werewolf eyesight. Thinking no one would be out in this storm, they hunkered down in the small town, warming themselves by their fires and watching movies to pass the time. They didn’t expect a young witch secretly making her way through

Raija’s pov I glanced back to try and see who was aiming at me and saw the shadow of a man with a rifle. Before I moved another dark mass approached and backhanded the fellow causing the shot to fire up into the air. “Let's go, Rinn!” Rinn jumped down the cliff and was buried neck-deep in the snow which started to move underneath her. “Brilliant wolf, you started an avalanche,” I cursed. “Don't worry I am in complete control. Don't distract me,” she growled and leaped through the moving snow toward a Stony ledge. Diving under it she scanned the area and bound out to the cluster of fir trees unaffected by the raging white wave.

Mason’s POV The wind bit at my cheeks as I carved down the slope, snow spraying in a sharp arc behind me. Winter had settled fully over the campground. It was thick, cold, relentless, but skiing days like this made it feel almost beautiful. Raven was a few feet ahead of me, whooping as she picked up speed, her pigtails flying like dark streamers behind her. “Slow down, you menace!” I yelled, laughing despite myself. She threw her head back. “Try and catch me!”

"No, it’s not that at all. But have you forgotten? One day you must return. You have dreams waiting for you, don't you?" "Let's talk about this later," Snow White said, turning away to wipe her tears. "Right now... I don't want to think about anything else." "What are you thinking about then?" Grimm walked up and wrapped her in a powerful embrace. "Because I guarantee we’re thinking the same thing." "I like you all so much." "And we like you too." Snow White looked up to receive a kiss from each Titan in turn. Her small mouth worked eagerly, tongues clashing and sucking deeply as her throat let out soft, needy moans.