Winter Schnee Rwby Novels & Stories

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

A day before my wedding, my fiancee, Claudia George, was suddenly required to go on a business trip to North City. “There are some issues with the project. The issue should be settled by tomorrow morning, and I’ll return immediately. I won’t delay the wedding at all.” She was afraid that I would overthink the situation, so she video-called me right after she landed. In the video call, she was wearing the down jacket that I had bought her. Behind her was the white wall of the hotel. It was snowing heavily outside the window. She showed me the entire room. There was one pillow on the bed, and one set of toiletries on the sink. She even opened the closet for me to have a look. I nod

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind.

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces.

Rose said proudly. “Not yet,” came a familiar voice from behind us. We turned to see Sabrina smiling, eyes glinting with mischief. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, and a soft shimmer began to trail from her fingers. In an instant, sparkling snowflakes floated from her fingertips, drifting onto the branches, each one glowing with an icy, enchanted light. With a gentle flick, tendrils of blue and silver light wove through the branches, making them gleam as if kissed by a starlit frost.

He opened his eyes, however, the wolf seemed to have disappeared, he twitched and his whole body trembled, the sun was high, and the clouds wandered in the sky like a beautiful painting as if spring knocked on the door accompanied by winter, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, snowflakes fall from the sky, his heart beats uncontrollably, he looks around, he gets up from the ground, apparently, the animal had really gone. A small snowflake falls directly on his nose, it is red, like fresh blood, and he swears to feel the ground tremble, the neighing of the horses hits his ears like a powerful song, and the sound of metal travels through the wind like lightning. The wind embraces his bo

After all she is only a friend I made after I came to this palace. “ Emelia, some days later, it will snow. The first snow is very important for werewolves and they consider it romantic. I think you may not know it so I come here to tell you. I wonder if you want to give Cody a surprise since he has treated you pretty well these days.” Betty stares at me. Her eyes look bright for no reason. First snow? Something seems to strike me inside. Snowman, snowballs, a boy and a girl dressed in red running and laughing in white... Should I prepare a snow surprise for Cody?

SKYE'S POV The winter’s first snow was a quiet thing. It didn't howl through the mountain passes or rattle the high stained-glass windows of the castle; it simply drifted down in fat, lazy flakes, dusting the jagged edges of the black basalt peaks until the valley looked like a charcoal drawing washed in milk. I stood by the heavy oak table in the center of the royal chambers, watching a small, pale orange flame dance atop a single beeswax candle.