Norah Winters Novels & Stories

In just six more months we will be safe. It is so close now! I can’t risk being found just yet, I am planning to visit grandpa in the hospital tomorrow and then head back to my boys. Can’t believe I am going to see grandpa again after all these years, I hope I am not coming too late. I am wearing a red wig and big sunglasses. When I get off the plane I have a hat with me to hide my face from all the surveillance cameras. I travel as Bella Winter the CEO of Winter .co and because we are going to establish the company's head office here I hope no one questions it. Simply just a quick visit in and out of the country. I travel first class and booked two seats so I will be left alone. I don’t fee

"Whatever she's planning, it happens in the next four days." I looked at the kitchen around me. Cam at his laptop. My father's coffee going cold. Outside, Seattle moving through its morning. "Come home," I said. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "Renner goes to oversight custody tonight." "Tomorrow morning," I agreed. I hung up. Looked at Cam. "A woman named Nora," I said. "British, Hunter-line, significant personal wealth. She's been running this from behind the ideology." Cam was already typing.

she asked. My shoulders fell a little. "Hey, Nora. Just wanted to get some fresh air and clear my head." "Is this about Winter?" "What about Winter?" I asked in surprise. Folding her arms over her chest, she gave me this motherly look that was a mixture of both worry and disapproval. "Don't try to play dumb. I bumped into Winter a few minutes ago and she looked a mess." I looked away, running my fingers through my hair. Nothing could get past this woman, could it?

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

From that letter, from that name, from the ghost of bloodlines past clawing up my spine. I followed the east wall path past midnight, letting the cool wind bite into my skin. Hawthorne House loomed behind me, stoic and silent, its magic humming low like a watchful heartbeat. Campus patrol wasn’t technically required for senior wolves this semester, but I volunteered anyway. It was easier to act busy than be left alone with my thoughts. I didn’t expect anyone else out this late. And I definitely didn’t expect her. Nora stood at the foot of the old observatory tower, half-shadowed, hands tucked into the sleeves of her oversized coat, as if she didn’t belong to the storm surging around her.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

Twelve monoliths arched upward like the ribs of a dead god, each etched with sigils that burned white-hot as Astra’s blood soaked into the grooves. She did not cry out. She had learned long ago that pain fed the wrong things. Behind her, the wind howled—no, screamed—as something massive strained against chains of light at the edge of the circle. The Winter Wraith. It was not a wolf. Not anymore. Once, perhaps. Long before corruption twisted it into something that wore shadow like flesh. Now it was hunger given shape, a vast silhouette of ice and night, eyes like dying stars, breath that froze the air into shards.

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

he hissed. “Fine,” Aion grumbled. The door opened, and Nora stood there looking hesitant. She was about five foot four, with brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a simple, grey t-shirt, jeans, and a light, grey hoodie. Her shoes were a beat-up pair of sneakers. “Um. Hi.” Roman rounded the desk. “Hello, Nora. I’m glad that you finally came.” “Thanks…is Winter okay with him?” Nora asked, gesturing in the direction of where Winter and Aion had gone. “He didn’t seem like was too happy about having an extra person here.”

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."