Red Winter Trilogy Novels & Stories

The pale glow of the moon cast a haunting blue light across the snow as Chloe shivered against the bitter wind. She had no doubt the winter landscape would be a beautiful sight if it weren't for the fact she had been out in the freezing cold for hours. The tense silence around her was broken by the chatter of her own teeth and the rhythmic crunch of boots in the snow as the guards prowled around her and the fourteen other girls currently stood in the snow in nothing more than their underwear.

"I really am! Please, just one more chance? I'll be good to you, I promise! Jeff and I... We're done." My heart twisted with a familiar sting. She was still thinking of herself, only crawling back to me because things with Jeff had fallen apart. If they were blissfully happy, she probably would not spare me a second thought. I shook off her grip and stepped back, my decision firm. "I'm getting married soon. Stop messing with my life. There's no 'us' anymore, not since we lost our daughter." "Tristan, I truly am sorry." She looked so small, reaching for me again.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

Victoria’s wolf, dusky brown and nimble, moved beside Calix’s steel-colored form, all muscle and silence. They gathered their packs in their jaws and braved the snow. At first, the wind stung. The snow whipped into their fur, cold and blinding, coating their lashes and muzzles. But they pressed on. The forest loomed ahead, tall pines and ancient oaks, their snow-laden branches arching over the path like guardians. As they entered the woods, the storm dulled. The trees muffled the wind, and though the snow still fell, it wasn’t blinding. It became… beautiful. A world of white and grey, quiet and vast.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

The storm rolled in without warning three days after the first snowfall, burying Redoak Hollow beneath drifts high enough to close the eastern road and send most of the pack scrambling to secure livestock and stack firewood before the worst of it hit. Rhys came in from securing the training yard's supply shed well past dark, snow-dusted and half-frozen, cheeks flushed red from cold that had clearly settled deep into him despite his wolf's natural resistance to weather. "You're an icicle," I said, pulling him toward the hearth fire the moment he'd shed his snow-heavy coat, pressing my palms against his cold cheeks to check just how thoroughly he'd chilled himself. "How long were you out there

"I'll handle Mr. Rowe. Don't worry about it." Talia didn't argue. She let him have his way. Henry considered objecting, but thought better of it and kept quiet. The three of them made it back to the room and settled into their original spots. … The climate in Terrawich was nothing like Jarrowind's. Terrawich got snow in winter, but it came quickly and melted just as fast. The cold was damp, the kind that seeped into your bones, and the river never froze over. By the time Christian reached the scene, the rescue operation was already wrapping up.

The winter fairy said moving the red crystal forward and backwards at Elena's two arms with a beam of fire burning up Elena's arms. “Ouch…ouch! Be careful it hurts!” Elena said as she tried to hold off the pain. “I did warn you it's going to hurt. Ok done. Now let's see.” The winter fairy spirit said, taking off the red crystal from Elena's arm's and waiting for the crystal to interpret. Red glow of light radiated within the crystal. The red crystal begins to write using a black colour after which the Winter Fairy spirit was able to interpret. “Ok it says; “ A fairy of light which possessed dark magic with an angry insight could be more fatal during a cold winter's night.”

I crouched down and pressed my hand flat against the ground. The first winter after the end of the world was the coldest one I could remember. Later, Elliot told me that Rhett had sat at that same intersection all night. They found him there the next morning, frozen, his arms curved in the shape of someone carrying a child. I laughed at that, a short, humorless sound, and said nothing. When I looked up at Elliot, the snow was coming down harder. It covered everything quickly, blanketing the ground in white, burying the past the way snow always does.