Ms Winters Novels & Stories

Not that I expect him to but at the same time I do expect him to. It was bothering me that I was bothered by this. - I opened the door to the "window room" and like I expected, Dallas was standing there staring out the window. I quietly closed the door behind me and started walking towards Dallas, looking between his toned torso - that was defined through his tight, white v-neck - and the falling snowflakes.

she whispered, her voice echoing in her mind. The small white wolf nodded, its presence radiant and reassuring. "You have the power within you, child of the moon. Embrace it, wield it with courage, and you will find your way through the darkness." With those words, the wolf's form began to fade, its light merging with the ambient glow in the room. Mara's heart felt lighter, her spirit fortified by this encounter. As the room returned to its previous darkness, she knew that she was no longer alone. The moon's blessings and the guidance of the guardian wolf would be her companions in the journey ahead.

It was eight o’clock in the night by the time Mason was done with the video conference. Instead of going back to the bedroom, he walked over to the window in the study and smoked a couple of cigarettes. A wisp of smoke hung in the air, covering the study with a greenish hue. Mist covered the entire window. He reached out and wiped the glass, only to find four inches thick of pockets of snow gathered on the ground. It snowed particularly heavily this winter, it seemed.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

I called out. He lowered the leaded glass window, shouting back over the wind, "Get inside! It’s freezing!" I pulled my thick wolf-fur coat tightly around my neck and hurried back through the massive wooden doors of the packhouse. By the twentieth of December, the dark winter had settled deep into Ironvale City. The mountain winds howled like dying wolves outside the stone walls, bringing heavy blizzards that buried the roads under feet of white snow. Late that night, the quiet of the lower quarters shattered.

It was already midday, but she was lucky enough to get an appointment with the admissions clerk at 1 pm on such short notice. Fall was almost upon them and Star could already feel the chill setting in, Maine was a notoriously cold state since it was so close to Canada and while the Summers weren’t all that warm, the winters were below freezing and bitterly cold. It was times like this that Star envied werewolves, their bodies were more easily adapted to the low temperatures and they tended to walk in short-sleeved shirts even in winter. “Miss Star Cullen?” A voice commanded Star’s attention, but the man who spoke wasn’t one she recognized.

Winter always made her think of the lives that passed on, but also of new beginnings yet to come. The icy winds howled through the passes, seeking any gaps to invade the dens of the werewolves. Frost formed intricate patterns on the windows as the fires crackled inside, providing what warmth they could against the bitter cold. Townsfolk gossiped by their hearths, recounting stories of winters past when blizzards raged for weeks on end, isolating entire villages under mountains of snow.

Maisie was so exhausted that she did not know when or how Nolan had brought her to the washroom to take a shower. When Nolan put her back on the bed and was about to tuck her in the blanket, his phone on the desk vibrated. Nolan picked his phone up, and his gaze turned sharp. [Hans: The Winters have run into an accident. Mrs. Winters died on the spot from serious injuries while Mr. Winters was admitted to the ICU. The doctors are working hard to keep him from dying.]

The car moved through Saturday afternoon traffic, slower than at night, the city going about its weekend business, people on sidewalks, a farmers market on one corner. "She knew every word," he said quietly after a while, so as not to wake her. "She practiced for two weeks," I said. "Gerald heard it approximately forty times." "He seemed to hold up well." "Gerald is stoic." "She found us immediately," he said. "When she came out." "She always finds her people." He was quiet for a moment, something moving through his expression that was private and careful and very present. "I missed the winter one," he said. "The flowers weren't…" He stopped.

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.