Acotar Winter Court Novels & Stories

The Winter Fairy *** Winterfell the forgotten Kingdom… Frederick Carter was a light fairy and a great ruler in Winterfell Kingdom. Strong, dedicated and kind-hearted to his people. With his beautiful queen Eleanor Carter a winter fairy of Winterfell and his daughter Demetria Carter. He loved his wife and daughter with every strength he had, not minding the challenges and difficulties he had as a king. It was then in Winterfell king Carter decided to form a counsel of the elders where royal matters were decided and taken. In the counsel they were five in numbers having three Ladies and two Men. Each had their own role to play.

[Same-day~judgement mud court] "Let go of me!" "Let go of me!" Tari struggled as she was dragged by two men into the mud court house. Antonia walked with her arms folded, a smile on her face behind, watching as Tari was forced into the mud court house. Tari was let loose, and fell on the cold floor with a heavy tug. Her ankles cracked in the process and pain shot through her system, crunching in her nose while biting her lips to suppress the pain.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

amusing. Apparently, the Winter Court was forever in winter. Summer Court and the others, vice versa. "When we lived as one, it was the same. The elementals control the weather. For each court, there is one. Just like in Neradia, where each Court has a Sylph protector, Elysium has Elven Elementals." Tymon breathed out and icy tendril of air and trudged forward in the snow, hands behind his back and footprints leaving tracks behind. I followed occasionally stepping in his larger prints and rubbing my gloved palms together. I had never experienced snow like this in Avalor. Or even seen the snow. I wondered--

The ball had always been an obligation. He knew it even before the torches of Cromwell’s palace burned into sight, before the heralds announced the Four Courts assembled, before his father’s hard stare pressed against his skull like a weight he had long grown accustomed to carrying. The Winter Court had no place for excess or spectacle; their halls were narrow and plain, their feasts measured in silence, their festivals solemn meditations beneath a sky of unbroken darkness. For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake.

He eventually let his hand fall. "I've caught you." The wind swept away the tent. In that eternal winter, the tyrant's nightmare finally ended.

I stretched my body. “I am Killian Garter. My name has it. I will kill you. I won’t give in without a fight.” Mr. Garter struggled to free himself. Winter did a great job. I appreciated his work and he bowed. It was annoying. I never wasted so much time while interrogating back in the precinct. I looked at Winter for any suggestions. He gave me a blank face. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Garter. “My Luna, Alpha Alaric would have given him a chance to fight,” Winter said. Of course, he knew Alaric the best. He had been with Alaric for years. I smiled and turned at Mr. Garter.

I could claim her while she was weak and muddlehead, and she wouldn’t have a choice after this. ‘What are you waiting for? Fucking mark her, Dante. I’m tired of your gentleman act.’ I knew I shouldn’t, but Ace’s voice didn’t stop. And so, my mouth inched closer to her neck, kissed and licked her skin; then my canines touched her neck. Winter’s body tensed before she jumped away from me. Her eyes looked at me in disbelief. Then she looked around, as if trying to find a room to escape. “What the fuck, Winter?” I snarled. I didn’t like the look in her eyes. Her gaze was akin to the people in my former pack. They stared at me like I was a monster.

“I’ll pass on the breakfast, though. Thanks.” The man chuckled and didn’t press. “Takori. Takori Komori,” he offered. “Coach and founder of the new Shirakiba Wolves team. Pleasure to meet you.” Dante raised a brow, unimpressed. “That so?” Takori sipped his tea, eyes dancing over the rim. “I have two players who won me the Winter Cup this year. Very valuable assets.” “And what the hell does that have to do with me?” Dante snapped, already annoyed by the man’s upbeat energy.

Mixed with the piercing sound of the doorbell, it instantly drowned out the cheers coming from the TV. The laughter in the private room came to an abrupt halt. Uncle Arnold's hand trembled slightly, sending ash from his cigarette onto his pants. Dad frowned in displeasure and slammed his fork heavily onto the table. "Who is it? It's Christmas Eve—why are they acting like they're announcing death? Hey, waiter! What's going on? How can you just let anyone in?" The door to the private room burst open. My mother, Sharon Schmitt, stood there covered in snow, her hair plastered messily against her face.