Book Winterfell Novels & Stories

And then it came into view, my most favourite scene ever. “Stop the car Steph, I want to get out.” Steph pulls to the side of the road and the car draws to a stop. I step out of the car. The air was still thick with drizzle, and I wrapped my arms around myself against the September chill. The promise if Autumn just around the corner. In front of me sat the sprawling outer wall of the old Bailey, the last surviving part of the Castle Black. In its centre was a few crumbling stone walls where the castle would have once sat proud and strong. A deep moat ran around the perimeter.

Outside the window, the cold winter wind blew the dry leaves, as if a silent witness to the secrets hidden behind the majestic walls of Winterblood Castle. That morning, Winterblood Castle was shrouded in a light mist, giving a mysterious and magical aura to the magnificent building that stood firmly in the middle of the forest. The spring air was still chilly, although sunlight began to appear on the eastern horizon, slowly warming the leaves wet with morning dew. Birds chirped faintly, creating a soothing symphony of nature.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

One of our villa districts had already been transformed into a steel fortress, strong enough to keep even zombies out. Remembering the extreme cold from my previous life, I felt a chill deep in my bones. I added a few more instructions. I told them to move all the supplies underground, stock up on heating equipment, and make sure the place could stay warm continuously for 50 years. In my previous life, we died early, at the hands of the Bakers. I never found out how long the freeze would last. However, my family had power and resources. Upgrading a place like that was nothing for them.

One of the doctors apologized to us, "We’re very sorry. He suffers from a severe mental illness. He escaped from the hospital this morning. We’ll take him back immediately." As they led him away, he kept looking at me with lingering attachment, though his gaze now held a vacant, unfocused quality. Later, with Rowan’s help, Aurelion Dynamics continued to grow stronger. Two years later, our first child was born. He was a handsome baby boy named Caelum Mercer. One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights."

I had no choice I pulled on a clean dress and my shoes. Barely remembering to snatch the vial from my drawer, before quietly crept from my window. Headed up WitchFall Hill. I found myself aimed for the last place I ever wanted to go again. His home. The vial cooled in my hand. The night breeze making it chilly. It dusted the treetops, making them flow like dark wings in the near blinding air. The bleak building towered above threateningly. Orange flamelight emanating from windows just above the ground.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

I ignored his gaze and turned to look at the worried Andy. "Andy, I'm hungry. I would like to drink Mom's chicken soup." "Sure thing." Andy patted me on my head and flashed me a smile. At the same time, chaos reigned in the corridors. "I need Adele Lakewood's family! She's bleeding!" Jonah immediately sprang up and pushed the door open, yelling, "I'm here! I'm her husband!" Before he left, he looked at me, but a nurse soon escorted him away. I lowered my eyes, saying nothing.

I asked Brennon. Brennon looks over at me and, with a look of confusion and relief on his face, answers my question. "The Rogue king and Sebastian Stormcloak are on their way here."