Forever Winter Book Novels & Stories

Enzo, too, wherever he might be, was bound by the love that had tied us all, and his journey was one of finding strength again amidst the ashes of heartbreak. My heartached with the longing to mend things between us, mend the world that felt shattered by loss. For after all the farewells were spoken, there remained the whispered promise of reunion—a hope forged by love and sustained by everlasting bonds. Even in death, Winter's spirit transcended the veil, leaving us not with the chill of emptiness, but the warmth of memories destined to keep her alive within us.

This notebook was the reason the men were coming. "Be brave, my warrior," my mother murmured, pulling me into a fierce, suffocating hug. "Protect your brother. Don't you freeze on me." The pressure of her expectation was a crushing weight. I looked at Kian, sleeping peacefully, and whispered, "I won't. I promise." I slid the notebook into the waistband of my trousers, tucked tight against my skin. Then, the world ended. A sound, not of the neighborhood, but of metal shearing metal — the violent, sickening noise of our front gate being ripped from its hinges.

"Luna, I know you're not happy about Ash staying with us, but I already promised her she could stay for a while. Don't worry, she won't be here long. She's in a fragile state right now, and she needs someone to take care of her." I gave a muffled response. "Do whatever pleases you." The next moment, I felt his hand resting on my waist, and he began to caress me in slow circles. His breath became heavier at the same time. Something inside my mind snapped, like a bomb going off. The man I had loved for a decade was now someone I barely recognized, someone who had become rotten from the inside out. "Nicholas," I said, my tone cold and sharp. "Have you forgotten I'm pregnant?"

However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter. Everlasting Winter was the big calamity told in the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings. It was said that the world would face an endless winter after it was corrupted so much by the evil in the world. Then, there would be someone to stop it. That someone was the Savior. It was said that the Savior was born from the Mother and the Father of the Savior. All creatures thought of the story as nothing but legend. That was why it shocked me that the High Priestess truly believed it.

Each time he wrote to her, she dreamed of the day that they would see each other again. It was a warm summer day when Ayla sat on the bench in her garden. A new book was in her hands. She loved reading while the sun kissed her skin. In Myrthana, it was always warm. Rhobart had told her that in Nordmar, it was always winter. She couldn’t imagine how someone could live in a place that was always cold. Ayla opened her book in the middle, where she had hidden the last parchment Rhobart sent her. Her mother had given it to her earlier, and she had already read it a few times.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

I was a nuisance alive, but if I were dead, my mother's connections and hidden assets would slip away. Neal stood nearby, brow furrowed, haunted by my calm gaze as I sat on the warehouse floor. There was no fear, no plea for help, and not even a glance in his direction. That look pierced him like a needle, stirring an inexplicable panic. Liam spoke up. "I found this in the alley behind the warehouse." He opened his hand, revealing a small silver bookmark etched with half a frost flower. It was my cherished keepsake. Olive's sobs paused, then grew louder. "That is Eira's favorite bookmark. Something has happened to her."

"As long as you hide it well, you can live happily forever. Milton's deaf. He won't notice." When they mentioned my name, the smile on Penelope's face froze. Her expression turned icy in an instant.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK