Qrow X Winter Novels & Stories

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.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

Instead, the tension settled into my own shoulders as Winter smiled warmly, lifting her hand in a small wave to the sea of faces before her. “I heard you all came to see me,” she said lightly. “That’s right, my Queen,” a voice answered from the crowd. “We only wished to see you in person. Nothing more.” “Then perhaps we should come closer,” Winter said. My grip tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, but she glanced back at me, offering a reassuring smile. I stayed close, unwilling to leave her unguarded. We stopped just within reach of the front line. “Will you visit us again after today?” An elderly woman asked, her voice hopeful.

Winter stared at the swirling grain of the wooden table, unable to meet his eyes. “So, Reval pack huh?” Jax said, attempting to fill the void. “Don’t get many folks from that far south. Good hunting down there, I hear.” Winter just nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. “Not much of a talker, are you?” he observed, not unkindly. “Probably for the best. The walls have ears here. Mostly, they just hear the wind howling, but still.” Before she could even think of a reply, the door opened again without a knock. A woman entered.

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

Then, he patiently showed me how to correct it. Another time, Raven tried to humiliate me in front of everyone, calling me a loser no one wanted after Grayson dumped me. Kane happened to walk by at that moment. He paused and casually remarked, "Ms. Slater deserves someone better." At his words, Raven's face turned livid, and Grayson's expression hardened instantly. Those were just small moments, though. What truly shocked everyone was what happened during the Winter Hunt. The Winter Hunt was one of the grandest annual events among the northern packs. Every young werewolf participated in a three-day hunting competition across the frozen plains.