Qrow X Winter Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, breathing in the contrast of the floral sweetness against the clean, earthy undertones of the damp soil beneath them. Rowan sat closely beside her, a steady, unyielding anchor of warmth that easily dismantled the lingering winter chill in her bones. His large hand rested lightly against her lower back—calloused from decades of holding weapons, yet incredibly gentle in its placement. The familiar, comforting scent of cedar and winter air radiated from him, wrapping around her shoulders like a protective shroud. He didn't demand her words or pressure her to fill the silence; he simply remained there, offering the silent, fiercely protective devotion he h

Some small cut sandwiches and some cookies were also off to the side of the cheese plate. “I guess I should actually do introductions.” Ember sat down where Damian normally sat. “Winter is the daughter of Haylin Cyrus.” My eyes widened. “Wait…Linny? Linny is…” I looked over at Winter but I realized I was being extraordinary daft. Winter was the spitting image of Haylin. She was over at the pack house when I was younger all most as much as Ember was. However, I hadn’t heard that name in a long time. Not since I stood between Ember and Damian at her funeral.

I didn't see it during the day. 'It's a little windy outside the window, miss. Remember to close the doors and windows.' There was a charge outside the door, and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving. It's the wind. Xewinter couldn't help laughing at his timidity, holding the corner of the quilt and closing his eyes. 'Hehe.' There was a clear laugh in my ear. Xenos Winter only felt goose bumps all over his body suddenly aroused. With a scream, he pulled the quilt over his head, took out his cell phone and dialed Ethan Wharton.

When the girls approached the festival, Shadow perked up immediately. Mate! She looks beautiful, Shadow said when I snapped my head in Winter's direction. Goddess, Winter looked stunning in her light blue skinny jeans that hugged every curve of her toned legs. Her long, wavy auburn hair rested perfectly around her shoulders. Her beautiful heart shaped face flushed from the cold breeze. Her peacoat wrapped her perfect body. Do you smell that? Jade asked me through our mind link. It smells like peaches and vanilla.

"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."

"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.

Her hair draped over her shoulders like she was the goddess of the goddamn ocean and maybe it was just me but I think she illuminated in the water. We played in the water for quite a while before finding our way back up. We kept splashing water on each other like children and competing with each other who could hold their breath under the water longer. The first time Winter dived in and didn’t come back out in thirty seconds, I was scared she had drowned but it turned out she’s just a werewolf with aquatic powers. Going into the water was fun and going back up was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I guess just never took enough interest in the water and I’m glad I never did because