Qibli X Winter Novels & Stories

A soft voice, just barely audible, floated between my conscious and unconscious state. ‘Winter. Winter, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. Stay strong, Winter. Stay strong…’

Myra's POV We followed Nishant as we all sat down under a beautiful tree, decorated with dim lights- yet bright enough. Cold Breeze ran through as the water waves moved slowly making it look peaceful. Luckily I wore something warm. Rainy season is by the corner now. It had showered today so it's a little chilled today and also the cold water waves passing cold winds makes it colder. The vibe is just perfect here. We all sat together. Bhai and bhabhi sat on the right side of the table while me and Zeeshant sat on the left side of the table. Nishant sat as the head.

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

"Gerald, look." Lily crouched between us at the planter, the three of us in a row in the cold March air, looking at one small green shoot that had come up through weeks of frost because it had decided to and her small hand found mine on one side and her other hand found Ethan's and she held both and she looked at the shoot and she said, with the certainty she brought to everything that mattered: "See? Things grow." I pressed my lips together hard. Beside me I heard Ethan take a breath and not quite release it.

Winter’s POV My fingers clicked hurriedly through the keyboard. Today was my last day in the office before I go for my finally awaited one-month holiday break. I paused to zoom in on the picture displayed on my laptop, a picture of Nolan Smith, my boyfriend. “Your boyfriend?” A voice breathed near my ear, startling me. My fingers flew to the touchpad, fumbling to close the tab. “It's so nice to be young and in love,” My chief editor, Mrs Quinn, leaned against my desk.

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

These wolves weren't looking for a god; they were looking for a reason to hope. Toward the end of the night, Malachi led me to the center of the hall. The humming returned, but this time, it was higher, a choral vibration that seemed to lift the very stones of the floor. "Members of the Obsidian," Malachi’s voice boomed, echoing through the rafters. He took my hand and raised it, our interlaced fingers glowing with a unified, electric indigo light. "The winter is coming. Not the winter of seasons, but the winter of the North. They come to harvest our marrow. They come to turn our mountains into ash."

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

Elena said gazing down at her palms. “What is Elena?” Uriel asked, focusing his gaze at her. “Winter of course!; Magicum winteriun transformtum!” Elena enchants, raising her two hands up to the sky, releasing winter and ice from her hands. It reaches up to the sky bursting into tiny glaciers and then turning into Snow and ice. Winterfell was now back to its former glory filled with Life and happiness. “Woah! It's quite beautiful!” Uriel said happily flying in circles.

Winter clenched her teeth, then let out a quiet breath and curved her lips into a calm, empty smile. It all felt meaningless. The hand gripping Jacob’s collar finally relaxed, and she let go. Skyla finally let out a breath of relief and turned sharply to the bodyguards. “Take him to the hospital.” Jacob was infamous in Liono City for being a menace. After being humiliated and nearly beaten to death at his own birthday party, there was no way he would let this go. Whether it was pain jolting him awake or sheer desperation, he suddenly stirred. Through blurred vision, he saw Winter moving away. Hatred surged inside him. The moment he opened his mouth, blood flooded in, staining his teeth red.