Dan Winters Book Novels & Stories

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

My anticipation for later that evening was making me sweat so very badly. I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it on the back of a chair. It wasn't enough to subdue the heat. Eventually I took of my clothes and paddled to the bathroom. The water pouring out of the shower was so cold and refreshing that for half an hour I stood in there with my eyes closed, pretending I was anywhere but here. Anything but a guest/prisoner to an ancient vampire in Milani. In my mind's eye I was back in WhiSare shovelling snow with Mom. She was standing back with her gloved hand on her forehead, admiring my strength as I shoveled more snow out of the driveway.

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

Whatever the reason, I naughtily capitalized on her animosity. “Snow saved my life at the lake and has been my constant companion since,” I said with hidden delight. She looked accusingly at Noah. “You haven’t told all to me, honey,” she said with false syrupy sweetness. “Snow only protects female werewolves.” I finally allowed myself to look at Noah. He was clearly uncomfortable as he admitted to Danica that I possessed the dormant werewolf gene. “I thought you said that she was just someone who the Baxter pack coveted,” she accused.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

" and at this point, I can gladly attest how valuable information is. After severally reading the article on anxiety disorder from the book, I got a mental picture of what I was dealing it. I was able to analyze the ailment and work towards realizing the proffered solutions. I hurried home. I just can't wait for my first session with Dr. Amrah the next day. I went inside our room, glanced at the wall clock, it was 4:30pm. I have spent about 3 hours in the library. Meanwhile I dropped Kiki and Tami in the bar before going to the library. I wanted to do something, like check on Layo at the football field or possibly go to the bar. However, my mother had instructed me to stay at home and do not

I left the temple and went straight home, crawling into bed. I refused to process anything that had happened. Tonight, I was just a normal seventeen-year-old girl. Tomorrow? I’d wake up a magical wolf with winter powers. That night, I had another dream of the winter land. The world was frozen, a vast, endless tundra. Snow covered everything, and the air was sharp and still. But despite the cold, I felt fine—strong, even. The only problem was... I was alone.

Winters casually said, “It’s been a year since we last met. Sit down. Let’s talk for a while.” Duke sat down on the couch across from her. “I’ve been observing Dew over the past three days. Compared with four years ago, she has become much nicer now.” Mrs. Winters took a sip of tea and said, “Although she’s still not good enough for you, at the end of the day, she gave the Winters family two sons. You can try to accept her.” Duke’s voice became extremely distant. “If you want to talk about this, there’s nothing to discuss.”

Maybe I would care about revenge once we leave this town. “Pathetic.” Gwen rolled her eyes. She gave her essay to Aki who looked so ecstatic that he’ll have her essay. Gwen glanced back at me and at the book that I was reading. “You’re reading about werewolves again? A whole nonfiction book about an alpha that was published only in this town? It was written a few years ago.” I didn’t mind her. I continued reading the paragraph that I left off. “The alpha is the strongest warrior and leader in a pack.” I closed the book, letting my finger mark where I left off. “What if a beta tries to betray the alpha?”

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne