Qrow X Winter の小説・ストーリー

Warm blood trickled down my thighs, staining my dress red. "What are you pretending for?" Axel stared at me coldly. "You were fine a minute ago with that Rogue on top of you. Now, with just one little kick, you're bleeding?" "No..." My face drained of color as I revealed what I had planned as a birthday surprise. "It's the pup... Axel... I'm pregnant… It's your pup..." The entire hall went silent. Axel's pupils constricted sharply.

She, Summer and Tenley were standing by the stairs, watching them. "Mom!" Winter was embarrassed by her Mom's ambiguous words. "What!" Her Mom replied wiggling her brows. Xander only smiled in response "We'll leave then" He held Winter's hand and looked in her eyes. An action which was intended to know if it was fine to hold her hand. When he saw she wasn't uncomfortable, he then started walking out with her behind him. When they got out, he opened the car door for her before going to the driver's sit.

Myra reminded while he shrugged and walked away. "Is Zeeshant ready?" She asked. "He's in the shower." Myra replied as she nodded. "We'll wait downstairs- get ready and come and beta you packed warm clothes right?" She asked as Myra nodded. "Don't forget to take yours especially- he doesn't get affected by winters easily but make sure you take care of yourself." She said as Myra nodded with smile while she walked away to ask Nishant about the same. Myra closed the door and entered the bedroom and still saw no sight of her husband making her huff.

“After the thaw begins but before the passes open fully. Fewer travelers. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances for accidents.” August had exhaled, relief and wariness mingling in the breath. He had expected resistance, delay, perhaps even refusal. Instead Winter had given him a date. A frame. A boundary. “And the name?” August had asked carefully. “You’re still going with…” Winter had turned then, face unreadable in the shifting firelight. The scar over his left brow stood out starkly, a pale slash against the shadowed planes of his cheek. His storm-gray eyes had met August’s without warmth, without hesitation.

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.

I see Elio, Cahya, Marquis, Baylee and a few other guards surrounding Winter, who appears unbothered as anything. He’s in a white t-shirt and jeans looks so causal with his blonde hair slicked back, even in the moonlight it looks like a halo is around him. Those piercing ice blue ocean eyes snap to me and I fall back, wanting to break the eye contract. How does he know it’s me? “It’s simple, I’ll leave as soon as you give me what’s mine and no one else has to die,” Winter taunts, his voice sounding ragged, deranged. Someone died?

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

"I underestimated your territory's rush hour traffic patterns." "Julian, these are the wolves I told you about," Rylee introduced us proudly. "Audrey Winter and Sarah Mitchell, the founders of Winter's Grace Healing." I had expected someone intimidating – perhaps cold and calculating like most high-ranking pack representatives. Instead, Julian seemed remarkably down-to-earth as he settled into his chair. "Would you ladies like some moonlight wine?" he offered, reaching for the bottle the server had just placed on our table. "You're going to pour for us?" Sarah blurted out, clearly surprised that a Beta of his status would perform such a service.

I said, still trying to catch my breath. “No, Winter. They aren’t just rogues,” she said, her voice low and serious. “They're infused with something else—something dark. That strength? That power? It’s not normal. It’s not even natural. They were stronger than you, and that shouldn't be possible.” “It’s okay, baby,” Gem said, pulling her close. “Xana, Winter—we’re leaving. Before night falls. I’ve got a bad feeling they’ll be back.” I nodded, already feeling the truth in his words.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”