Dead Of Winter Novel Novels & Stories

POV: Amira Cross The cold cut deeper than any blade. It chewed through the flesh on my feet, gnawed at the bones in my fingers, and sank into my lungs like a death sentence. Snow whispered around me like ghosts laughing, while blood—mine—streaked the white beneath me in crimson trails. I didn’t know how many days I had been walking rather did I know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Not until I collapsed or disappeared.

The wolf with black fur started walking towards Lyca, exposing its fangs and glaring at her with fierce crimson eyes. Lyca's last hope gradually faded "— Please, please... I won't die until I've avenged my father and mother... I also can't leave the entire kingdom in the hands of a wicked witch..." She is aware that the animal in front of her did not comprehend what she was saying. Nonetheless, Lyca desired to release the contents of her heart.

"Aiden! Pull back! You’re going to lose yourself!" But Aiden couldn't hear him. He could only hear the sound of the world slowing down, the molecules locking into place, the frantic, terrified heartbeats of the men standing in the entryway, now frozen in mid-stride. He took a step forward, and the concrete floor beneath him shattered into a thousand diamonds. He wasn't a man anymore. He wasn't even a monster. He was the Winter, and the city of Oakhaven was about to learn the price of its curiosity.

I didn’t tell her the truth, but she respected my wish. The new building Winter. co was finished last month. The building is huge with 88 floors and it takes the place at being the highest building in our city. It has to be a really big company. But there is no information to be found about it, only that the owners' names are Kian and Alex Winter.

“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.

*Winter* The air was thick with dread, a palpable tension that clung to me like an unwelcome shroud. Each strained breath felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the ominous atmosphere surrounding the Whispering Reef. Walking side by side with Aaron, I couldn't shake the prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Was it just the chill of the winter air, or was there something far more sinister lurking just out of sight? The trees loomed tall and twisted, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the bruised sky, casting everything in an unsettling shade of gray.

THE UGLY TRUTH Author’s Narration (Flashback of the murder of Zella’s parents) Winter held the whole city in a strong grip. The heating system groaned, but the wind still slipped through the curtains. Frost crawled over the tall windows, locking out the world and turning the Midnight estate into its own little ice palace.

She'd only ever known cold. I thought about that for a long time after I got into bed. The power came back on at two in the morning, I heard the fridge hum back to life, saw the small glow of the hallway nightlight reappear under my door, and I lay there in the sudden ordinary brightness of a restored apartment and thought about sunflowers growing in cold ground. And a man who said he didn't know the ending yet.

Before I knew it, my back hit the bed and he carefully took my dress off before throwing it somewhere. _____________________________________________________________________ The last leaf of the fall disconnected from the now dark gray tree. Its orange colors knowing it soon would become dead once it reached the almost frozen floor. Winter wind blew rapidly around, tossing the dried leaves back and forth. Snowflakes drizzled and clung to everything they grabbed, the floor becoming too frozen to thaw through it anymore. In just a few days, every inch of the earth around us would be covered in many layers of snow. The cold chill that ran through everyone's spine came with some benefits though.

Water freezing to ice and back to water. Snow perpetually falling from the sky. Ice cracking in two. And then I understood. The water does not cease. The cold does not relent. The fur of snow. The temperature of the dead. It was a riddle. And the answer wasn't a person but a place. A place where water did not cease, where the cold did not relent, where wolves who had fur as white as snow had once been rumored to live and bodies as cold as though they were dead. North.