Book Winterfell Novels & Stories

Aurelia’s POV The cabin was quiet, save for the occasional creak of old wood adjusting to the cold. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside, it was warm, dim, intimate—like a space carved out of time. Rhett stood by the window, bare-chested, the moonlight sketching every line of muscle along his back and shoulders. His hair was damp from the shower, and his stance was tense—like he was holding the weight of the entire world on those broad shoulders. His wolf was close. I could feel it just under his skin.

"To destroy the evidence, we threw her into the Forbidden Forest! Axel, I've told you everything. Please stop my bleeding! I'm begging you!" "The Forbidden Forest..." Axel staggered back a step, and the knife clattered to the floor. The Forbidden Forest was where no one who entered ever came out. It was where bodies were never found. "You're lying..." he muttered to himself as tears suddenly streamed down his face. "It's true! She's been dead for hours!" Vanessa screamed, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" A grief-stricken howl tore from Axel's throat. He ignored everyone and shoved the window open with force. A violent blizzard raged outside. Every wolf present saw the desperate madness in his e

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.

My chest ached with longing I couldn’t name, and yet… there was a clarity now, a certainty that I had never felt before. My path was set. My legacy was calling. And in the shadows of the coming storm, he would be waiting. I rose, pulling on my cloak and the sword at my side. Crescent Crimson would be my sanctuary, my training ground, my forge. And soon… Winter Hollow would learn that the returned Wolfe had come back and ready to fight for what belongs to her.

A staggering edifice of bronze and multi-colored diamonds shone oddly in the watery fluorescent of the moon. It was risky, what we were doing. Everyone had seen us leave, and if they looked for the maiden, which I suspected they would sooner than we could finish like I suspected they would, then it was only a matter of time and a good head on their shoulders before they thought to check the throne room. “Hector,” Nola whispered, panting and keeping over to grip her knees as I waited almost impatiently, my eyes scanning the blue-black darkness. I watched the looming shadow of the Castle wings that looked seemingly ten times bigger in the low light with narrowed eyes, allowing my wolf to rise

I don’t allow myself to move until I can see the guiding light, her belly full in the sky, her smaller children dotting the sky and I finally release the tension, leaning into the tree, my knees creaking along with it. I fold the light-saver and run out the forest, the trees sparse, and now I’m marching through an open field. The snow is up to my knees, and I struggle harder because I’m in plain sight, another kidnapper could get to me. One does. I see one easily, a knight in black and red marching through the field with ease, sword slung over his back, his red eyes pulsing and locked onto me. This is it. I can’t run in time, I’m not fast enough. The knight grabs me, ready for the kill, and

The boys used one room, while Arianna and I used another room. We’d settled in, showered and changed into extremely warm outfits since the boys had asked to meet up in forty-five minutes. I was glad I packed my snow boots and winter parka. I would have forgotten them if it weren’t for Kai. I wore a white turtleneck, my light blue winter parka, blue jeans, black and grey snow boots, and a black beanie. Arianna wore a black turtleneck, white snow parka, brown trousers, black boots and beanie.

Bery headed back to the castle, counting on a generous dinner. Deya had not left the room for several days. Arleta brought her food and books. Aznar forbade Beria to come to the girl. The werewolf went berserk, but did not violate the order. And soon the life of the castle returned to its usual track. It snowed a couple of days later. A white cover fell on the ground at night, marking the beginning of winter.

he said he cant help us because that would put this city in danger for helping you with resources that belong to Dorne. "I knew it" said Diego. Balon said, "so we'll have to go to the Land of Winter, there you might get a ship" "The Land Of Winter?" Diego echoed. "Doesn't sound like a nice place to be in" Altar said. "Apparently it is" said Balon, "for one, the Dornish cannot enter that place so atleast we'll be safe from them with king Frosts protection" "I see" Diego said, "I think ive seen king Christyl Frost before. I was still very young when he and his wife came to Theronia to see my father. They were very good friends."

As Alex and Emily made their way to Oakheart Brewery, the journey was filled with anticipation and the scenic beauty of Silverwood. Upon arriving at the brewery, they were greeted by the grand sight of the brewery’s brick facade, framed by towering oak trees that stood like ancient guardians of the establishment.