Red Winter Trilogy Novels & Stories

"If she dies in the wastes, the child will be born in the dark, and we won't be able to control it!" But Rhea was already gone. She was a streak of lightning against the black sun, heading toward the mountains. Behind her, the Alphas scrambled to their feet, their voices calling her name into a wind that had turned into a gale of ice and ash. POV: Ash Ryder Ash stood at the edge of the clearing, his lungs burning as he watched the silver light vanish into the mist of the northern peaks. The bond was gone, the pack was fractured, and now, the woman he loved was carrying the end of the world into the heart of the winter.

The Northern Mountains rose like jagged teeth against the gray sky, their peaks swallowed by clouds heavy with snow. Samuel’s pack trudged through the frozen wasteland, breath steaming in the bitter wind, each step sinking into the crusted ice. The city below had been left behind, burning in chaos and revolt, but the danger had followed them. The humans had not forgotten, nor forgiven, and now they wielded their most lethal weapon yet—a "Nuclear Winter" device designed to turn their world into a tomb of frost.

Here, the Great Divide gave way to the Frost-Wastes—a jagged, endless expanse of white where the wind screamed like a dying Lycan and the cold could freeze an ordinary wolf’s lungs in a dozen breaths. Three days after the disaster at Razor Ridge, an elite, unflagged vanguard moved through the blinding blizzard. There were only five of them, moving in perfect, synchronized silence. They wore heavy winter cloaks made of dark, treated mammoth hide, their faces obscured by bone-reinforced masks that filtered the freezing air.

Darkness swallowed her as fear rose. “Fight, Aria.” She remembered the witch. Zane. Her mother’s ghost. She screamed, and her mark lit up like a beacon. Silver fire burned the vines. She stumbled out, bleeding but alive. Second night survived. The third night was the worst. She woke up with no memory of how she got there. The island had changed. It was winter now. Snow fell quietly, and a single figure stood at the center. Tall. Dressed in red. Hood pulled low.

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

It was as if the bite of winter's cold had driven them into the sheltered alcoves of the woods, seeking refuge from its icy grasp. My eyes scanned the white landscape with a mix of anticipation and determination, each fallen snowflake a testament to the silent spectacle unfolding around me. Time flowed in tandem with the gentle rhythm of my breath, a pulsating reminder of the world's heartbeat beneath the icy veneer. Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more.

Winter finally broke down in tears and rested her forehead on my chest sobbing. “Nothing is going to happen to Jared. I won’t let it. I don’t think the Moon Goddess would be cruel enough to grant your mom a second chance mate just to rip him away from her. I will make sure nothing happens to Jared.“ I comforted. Winter’s sobs subsided and I heard little sniffles. “Our pack has dealt with feral rogues before, but we have also been training for years. We will all be okay.“ Winter lifted her head from my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I know. I just can’t help but worry.“ She placed a small kiss on my lips and hugged me tightly.

As we drove through Silver Ridge, past the diner, the high school, the frozen pond where kids still skated after school, I felt the weight of everything I’d left behind settle over me. The rink was only a few blocks away. I didn’t look at it. Not yet. Dad glanced at me. “We’re glad you’re home, sweetheart.” I nodded, staring out the window. “Yeah. Me too.” But the truth sat heavy in my chest. I wasn’t just coming home to heal. I wasn’t just coming home to train. I was coming home to the ice that broke me… and to the boy who once knew me better than anyone. The loud one. The bold one. The one I wasn’t ready to face.