Max De Winter Novels & Stories

Tristan asked, shocked. “Kai is Eternal, like you all. The threat will never end so we must stay with you.” Moon said. “Tris, this is the last time, man!” Kit started walking away. Rex looked confused, but that was his ‘resting wolf face’. “Who are you talking about?” Rex asked, innocently. “Winter had this very same decision to make with a few wolves a while back. He told Tristan that was the last time he was to adopt wolves into the pack without his approval.” Kit laughed at Tristan’s face and high picked objection that followed.

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.

Division bred weakness. Winter had been silent for so long that August had begun to think he would not answer at all. The Lycan’s broad shoulders had remained motionless, his dark hair catching the firelight like frost on iron. The only sound had been the wind clawing at the glass and the occasional pop of sap in the logs. Then, quietly, almost too quietly, Winter had spoken. “Spring.” August had blinked, caught off guard. “Spring?” “The first week.” Winter had still not turned. His voice had been flat, deliberate, as though he were reading from a battle plan rather than naming his own son. “After the thaw begins but before the passes open fully. Fewer travelers. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances fo

he says, then looks around, "Can we talk--in private?" The other Alphas have left but there are enough people lingering in the packhouse to make it a bad place for a private conversation. I nod and we leave, walking down the slope towards the pine forests. The air is crisp with early winter's bite. This is why the packs are so worried. In recent years, Winter has become a time when we watch the stores dwindle too quickly. Any delay in the Spring is potentially life-threatening. Didi is right that we need to rethink our resources. He's just not right in how we go about it.

“Relax alpha I am varan. I am the high priest of the winter coven. the coven master has tainted our practices and beliefs in his conquest to rule over both magical, shapeshifter, and human.” An elderly man appeared dressed in a floor-length charcoal Gray hooded cloak with his hands folded in front of him hidden by oversized sleeves. “The winter coven is strongest during winter solstice. we are unlike many covens are magic is season bound. we are weakest at the fall solstice because our magic supply is dwindling. think of it like when animals hibernate the longer, they hibernate the more they put away for winter. we operate in reverse we hoard our magic outside of winter.”

Auretta’s POV “Do you see the snow on that tree?” I stood in front of the window with Alaric in my arms. My index finger pointed at the tall tree in the front yard of the warrior camp, which was next to this mansion. “Winter has arrived. Do you like seeing snow?” Alaric stared at me without blinking. "The winter temperature in the River Pack Clan is not too cold compared to the Mountain Pack Clan and the Sea Pack Clan. The coldest is the Sea Pack Clan because they are surrounded by the sea, which blows strong cold winds."

“Make sure you comment, alright?” Emma nodded. “You’re the best,” Winter said excitedly. “I’ll talk to you later. I have to run so I don’t miss the ride with my mom back to Imperial Mane. If I do, I’ll have to wait for Ezra to finish, and God knows when he’ll be done talking.” She shook her head, and Emma chuckled. “Alright. I’ll see you later. Go on.” Emma waved. Winter turned to run, then stopped and looked back. “Oh, if you’re looking for my brother, I saw him talking to some people out front earlier. Have a nice weekend!”

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?”

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*