Snow Killer Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The bullet cut through his head and lodged itself onto the wall behind him which was splattered with blood. The woman sat on her haunches and seemed to be staring at the dead speedster though nobody could see her face. She grabbed at the goggles the speedster was wearing and slid them off of, revealing wide open lifeless eyes and a small line of red dripping down towards the bridge of his nose. She stood and left the way she had come, together with the goggles. "For Anna..."

Another couple of shots, but they didn’t deter the kid either, in spite of the fact McBride was sure he got him in the stomach with one. Then the Sleeper they’d picked up was on him, drawing back a fist and smashing it against the protective glass of the facemask. If he’d only been wearing a gasmask like the rest of the men out there, he’d have been a goner already, but as it was the Hazmat was affording him at least some protection. It wouldn’t last long under this onslaught however, Holst’s music now the backdrop to their bizarre ballet. The lad was strong, too, unnaturally so for his height and weight. It was like wrestling with a bear, but McBride was able to keep hold of his gun, actual

I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, but it didn’t stop the memories from sliding in like blades. The reports. The photographs. That night when I’d woken up to my name trending online—not my name, exactly, but “the mystery ski instructor,” the blurry shot of me walking too close to Jake, our laughter frozen midair, the curve of his hand on my back. Headlines screaming speculation, the internet turning me into a puzzle they were desperate to solve.

grabbed our gym bags and walked inside through security, the cold air of the ice rink hitting us the second we stepped into the hallway. The smell of fresh ice, rubber mats, and sweat filled my nose, instantly reminding me where we were. Teammates were shouting down the hall, gear bags clattering against the floor, and skates scraping against rubber. The loud world of team sports was wrapping around us again. We walked down the corridor toward the locker rooms in silence. Jeffery was supposed to be sitting out, acting like he was recovering from a minor injury while observing the team’s drills from the bench. It was all part of the cover story we were running to keep anyone from realizing h

The man behind the bars scoffed, shaking his head. I walked past the two shifters, and Sebastian followed. When we were in the hallway, I turned to him. "Be careful. He's the Hunter that wiped out The Skyefrost Pack. And I found out that it was my pack. He was also the one who killed River." I let out a deep breath, keeping my voice low. "He thinks all shifters are abominations and that he's doing God's work by ridding the planet of all supernatural creatures."

her eyes were slowly closing. "Wait, you fools just couldn't just bring him back in one piece, breathing, and councious, could you?" Skai carefully picked Hikaru up, running back to the house, so Doc O could figure out what the 3 stooges did to Hyunjin, and therefore Hikaru. _--_--_ "Where is this sneaky snake of a wolf?" Makai hissed. "Calm down. He's here, I'm picking up a faint scent from down there, by the stream." Damien whispered to Ni-Ko, pointing.

I hissed. He blanched and stepped aside. I burst through the doors just as Ronan was lacing up his skates. He looked up, his eyes flashing a dangerous, molten gold. "Jack? What the hell are you doing here? The game starts in five minutes." "You’re not playing," I panted, stepping close so the other players wouldn't hear. "The victim at the morgue—he was a messenger. The ice is rigged, Ronan. Not with explosives, but with Lunar Forensics Lab-grade toxins. The moment the zamboni hit the ice, it spread a mist that reacts to Alpha pheromones. If you go out there and your heart rate spikes, you’ll shift uncontrollably in front of ten thousand humans."

Claire grabbed him and slowly layed him down, he looked at the two women wide eyed. "What happened! I can't move!?" He said "I'm in pain!" Skyler held her hand to her mouth, she couldn't believe she took a man twice her size down with one slap. "Your neck is broken" Claire snickered and looked at Skyler. "A true hunter imobelizes their prey as much as possible, almost like a snake, then with the prey unable to defend itself, the hunter can now feed on it to it's pleasure" Skyler looked at Ron on the ground, her fangs are out but she didn't need to brush her tongue over them to know she's ready to drink, thirst, it was on the tip of her tongue, but the idea now of doing this to another human

He smiled to himself as a thought crossed his mind. Snow aimed a lot at him and fired and he missed gravely. It went where he wasn’t even aiming and following the line of attack it was going straight at Agira. At the last second he turned the ice spears to water, so he wouldn’t be the one responsible for accidentally murdering the leader of Sava. It hit Agira and the lava he had been aiming for Kieran went towards Victor. He dodged, but was still able to take a little of the attack and accidentally shot at Snow who was still confused at how he missed gravely.