Qibli X Winter Novels & Stories

Winter instructed. The impulse to retort with "No shit, Sherlock!" danced at the edge of my tongue, but I quelled it. This was hardly the time for snark. She was genuinely trying to save me, and my impoliteness could only drive her away, leaving me at the mercy of the basilisk. "In 1, 2..." Winter began counting down, dismissing my question as she focused on her action plan. "3!" she exclaimed, and in that very instant, she leaped in front of me.

The death wolf growled and lowered his head as if he was going to harm Winter. Aldric took a step and shifted with it as if it was talking another step. The shift made the death wolf pauses, almost questioning what he saw. Xyler didn't hesitate; he slammed into the death wolf sending him flying from winter. Winter skidded to the side trying to quickly get to her feet. She pulled herself off to the side. The pain coursing through her made her collapse, no matter how hard she tried to get to her feet to help Aldric. Winter stay down. Aldric sent her through mindlink.

"Let's see if I can detect anything. I am the most sensitive of the group." Krim snorted as he took a seat. "Prey, you should be careful of that one. He has been a pain for us as long as he's been around. However, if you'd like to shut him down some more, I'm all for that." Quix rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. Now, let me see your hand now." Holly put her palm in his. Unlike Krim instead of ice there was a warmth to Quix's touch. He enfolded her hand in his and tugged her closer until she bumped into his chest. "What was that for?" Holly demanded as she snatched her hand away.

Castro asks. Winter shifted into her solid gold wolf, looking stunning up close. It was clear why Cairo desired her. She said, "With pleasure" within seconds. With beautiful gold wings that match her fur, bloodshot red eyes, and a powerful aura, the winter wolf commands attention. Her power surpasses that of Castro, it would seem. Castro queries, "Anything to say before you meet your end?" “Yes go fuck yourself” As everyone stepped back, Castro shook his head, turned to Winter, and said, "Perceive my love.Winter raised her wings in the air and stared directly into my eyes, signaling my impending doom. In response, I quietly uttered, "Farewell cruel world."

GRAYSON A SMALL GIFT Winter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

Everyone is incredibly good looking. Winter grabs my hand, leading me down the stairs, lacing his warm fingers in mine. I smile, thinking how easy this is with him compared to Elio and that intense hypnotic stare that brought shivers all over my body, sending a fire to my belly. Winter is the opposite, warm and friendly. I have never met anyone quiet like him. I hold his hand with a loose grip before attempting to free it, but he doesn't immediately let go. I just met the guy after all. I'm not yet comfortable with physical contact. Winter looks down at me, smiling as he releases my hand.

She scrambled over to bandage me, and when she held my wrist, she froze. My arm was so thin it was almost all bone. My hands were dark and rough, covered in hard skin and cracks from frostbite. Outside, I heard my parents and Mia's voices. "The snow on the mountain is so pretty! I want to take pictures!" "Okay, but you have to dress warmly, or you'll catch a cold." "Where is Big Sis? She's always up the mountain. Let her guide us." "What's the point? That kid isn't close to us. Bringing her along just makes things awkward."