Snow Wraith の小説・ストーリー

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

Not a faint trace this time, but an absolute, overwhelming tidal wave of crushed winter mint, sharp ozone, and pure, god-like, ancient power. Through the heavy blur of her failing vision, she saw a massive, towering silhouette emerging from the blinding white wall of the snowstorm. It wasn't a man. It was a wolf. A beast larger than any wolf she had ever seen in her life, its thick fur as blindingly white as the midnight frost, its eyes glowing a piercing, hypnotic, brilliant sapphire blue. The massive white wolf stepped over her frozen, shivering body, its heavy, incredibly warm breath washing over her icy skin. It tilted its massive head down, its nose brushing gently against the curve of

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

Max’s eyes twinkled as he spoke, as if he thought I was literally the best thing this world had to offer. Well I wasn’t. I was just me, Snow. A Vampire Hunter… And now a Vampire as well. “Max, I’m not any of those things, I’m just Snow, the Vampire Hunter. Period. You are mistaken if you think my presence will help your company at all.” I said. He just shook his head in disbelief.

I've never cried like that before in my life. I feel him growing tenser within a few seconds. He looked as if regretting pulling such a prank on me and proposing to me today on my birthday. I could see sweat building on his forehead and I couldn't delay my answer any further, looking at his grey eyes which were staring into my soul. "Yes!" I smile wide at him. "I want to be your guardian Angel for the rest of my life. Will you be my Snow Prince in exchange?" "Yes!" He instantly smiles brightly and takes the ring out of the box before asking for my hands. I reach out my left hand, my right hand still gripping the rose bouquet, totally worn out from my assault on him, moments ago.

“Is he talking about the God of War?” Cyan and the influencers were stunned. They cocked their heads back and looked at Snow enviously. Snow was not just from a prominent family, but she was somehow connected to the God of War too. Draig crossed oceans just to be a bodyguard to Snow. Despite Snow’s connections, she was afraid of her family forcing her into marriage with the Krads. It did not make sense. Though curious about Snow’s link to the God of War, no one dared to ask. Anything related to the God of War was top secret.

Sasha gave me one last pat on the back before following the others. I waited until most of the group had disappeared before I headed out, finding a safe spot to dump my clothes before I shifted. While it had been good to be human again, there was something so satisfying about succumbing to my animal brain. Everything was so much simpler. I ran on instinct, with all my human thoughts and trauma fading into the background. I swiped my blade-like claws through the snow, cutting through ice easily. The frosty air ruffled my fur. I inhaled the crisp Alaskan air, and then I was off.

Saliva dripped like tar from their jaws, and their movements were jerky, twitching unnaturally. “Possessed!” I shouted. Rhett shifted in a blink, a blur of black fur and bared fangs. I called on the cold, let it surge through my veins. It was stronger now—more obedient. A smooth surge of winter power spread outward, coating the earth in frost. The wolves lunged.