Qrow And Winter Novels & Stories

As the first snowflake settled, it whispered secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold. First snowfalls usually come lightly to Sequim. The snow is soft as it glides down towards the cold earth. This year, however, it came in a blizzard. Snow dropped like an anvil, with ice forming instantaneously along the roads and trails. The wind blew so hard that the forest wolf patrol on duty had to seek shelter. They couldn’t see two feet before them, even with their werewolf eyesight. Thinking no one would be out in this storm, they hunkered down in the small town, warming themselves by their fires and watching movies to pass the time. They didn’t expect a young witch secretly making her way through

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and looked around. People played or walked in the snow, food, and other merchants selling along the sidewalk. I watched then as more snow began to come down, a young girl laughing as she ran out, and stuck her tongue out to catch some fallen snowflakes. "This weather is different." I say softly. "Snow lasts two months longer here. Even in the spring, it's cooler. Perfect environment for my kind." Quill says, reaching out and grabbing my hand. I'd forgotten my mittens, so my hands were chilled, the tips of my fingers frozen. Quill rubbed feeling back in them, grabbing my other hand and doing the same.

Mixed with the piercing sound of the doorbell, it instantly drowned out the cheers coming from the TV. The laughter in the private room came to an abrupt halt. Uncle Arnold's hand trembled slightly, sending ash from his cigarette onto his pants. Dad frowned in displeasure and slammed his fork heavily onto the table. "Who is it? It's Christmas Eve—why are they acting like they're announcing death? Hey, waiter! What's going on? How can you just let anyone in?" The door to the private room burst open. My mother, Sharon Schmitt, stood there covered in snow, her hair plastered messily against her face.

Moon asked confused. "Weren't wolves created without humans? I can't imagine how Gaia might have turned out had the human half hadn't been released." Moon commented. "You must understand the importance of the part we all play in this. I have dealt with Chad and his Council long before I was your alpha. Winter was an old wolf, and I was his Luna. Chad’s wolves are different beasts in their own rights, they need to be reguarded with respect, or whoever the Council faces in physical or psychological combat will fall every time." she paused to sip her coffee.

This was their secret life. Just the two of them. “The white night has finally ended. It has lasted a few months, and now the night has come back. The familiar winter will arrive soon…” The summer they thought would last forever finally ended. It was over. And now, the familiar cruel winter was coming for them again.

The light of the morning sunrise is orange and purple like the paintings from my grandmother's old art museum books. The great painter has done his work again and has stretched his colors across the horizon. I can see my breath this morning, autumn maybe here but winter is coming. Winter is hard on the Wolf People Clan, they spend most of it in their werewolf form. Their fur keeps them warm, and I will spend most of my time by the large fire in the great hall beside Cody and Chief Wolfpaw. But not today, today we are still marching toward the promised magic that will deliver us into victory against the great evil of the Ghost.

“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.”

Morwen taught the history, Seren told the stories, Iriel and Kaelen taught the anchor ability. A new student arrived in the depths of winter. She was young, perhaps twelve, with pale hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the winter sky. Her name was Winter, and she had traveled from the far north, where the gold flowers grew in the ice. "The watcher called me," Winter said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was work for me here." Morwen studied her. There was something familiar about Winter—not in her face, but in the quality of her attention. The same intensity Morwen had seen in Clara, in Seren, in all the witnesses who had come to the garden afraid and stayed anyway.

Right now, the two were just strolling around the city, holding each other’s hands and their sore wrists tucked under the loose sleeves they had that night. Gryphon had a slight smile as they went, not minding the darkness and the cold around them. It was already winter, and he was thinking about the closest holiday to their calendar. With the fiscal year coming to a close, he should have been more focused on that rather than Christmas. However, the streetlights were promoting a view that plagued his mind. “…where do you want to celebrate Christmas, Andy?” Gryphon asked, looking in the direction of his wife that was eating a hotdog as they walked. As for his, it was already eaten along with

“I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “This is only the beginning,” Rowan grinned. “Just you wait until the run up to Christmas. That’s when the town really goes all out.” “More so than this?” “Oh, absolutely,” Skye interjected. He was looking at me with a hardened intensity, and I noticed that he hadn’t looked at Rowan once since shaking her hand. Even as he spoke to us as a group, his golden eyes remained fixed on mine. “This is like dipping your toe in the shallows of a lake. By Halloween, you’re paddling. By mid-November, you’re swimming. By Christmas, you’re not in a lake anymore. You’re in the sea.”