Red Winter Trilogy Novels & Stories

I have to not only see Aurelia in school but after school too. "You know, that's what everyone says. Spoiler alert, they end up coming out" she says responding to my earlier remark There is no way that I will be working with her after school even if it is for a science project. - "Have you seen Aurelia's outfit today?" Bailey says with a tone of fascination Today Aurelia is wearing a dark red sweater which she paired with a pair of black leggings and chunky black boots. "Yes, I wonder where she got her shoes from" Faith replies

I walk in the direction of Claire’s parents home praying they know where she is. The small cottage comes into view and off to my left I see Lena come out of the woods, her eyes land on me and her face falls. I don’t even have to ask to know. I hear the door and Bryat walks out. He looks between me and Lena and again…a fallen face. “It’s true Martin the black wolf” Bryat says. I turn to Lena and she looks at me with tears for me in her eyes as she nods. I feel my knees lock but somehow I continue to stand

“If you want your husband back, wipe your tears and stand on this burning sand. Arian is building his Lightning Tower at the Earth’s core. Once activated, all of humanity will become his slaves.” I looked into Rudra’s eyes and saw a new hope. He fired an arrow into the sky—it transformed into a giant phoenix. “Come, Sophia. We have little time. Arian thinks you’re dead—but tomorrow, we return with a storm.” We flew into the sky on the phoenix. Below, the red desert burned under Arian’s mechanical army. Rudra shot them down one by one, his arrows striking like fireballs. “Sophia,” Rudra said mid-flight, “to defeat Arian, you must combine Lucas’s mechanical brilliance with the primal strength

Killian’s roar echoed through the city of Solis, his Alpha command snapping the celebration into a military mobilization. Helios stepped onto the balcony, his white-hot eyes glowing with a fierce resolve. "Go, Moon King. My scouts will ride with you. The First Fire will not let the Void silence the world again." As we raced toward the golden gates, the heat of Solis felt like a precious resource we were carrying into a battle against an eternal winter. The triage was evolving, and as the first snowflakes of a black winter began to fall on the desert sands, I knew that the White Wolf would have to become a beacon of fire to save her home.

"He chose to come here. Chose to work the fields. Chose freedom. That choice had risks. He accepted them." "Did he? Did he know that accepting freedom meant dying in a field at thirty-two?" "No one knows what accepting anything means. We just choose and hope." Elena covered James's face. "You gave him six months of choice. That's more than Victor gave him in two years." Forty-eighth stone for Hope's Garden. Maya carved it herself. The third winter was worse than the models predicted. Minus-thirty sustained. Minus-forty during storms. Minus-fifty for three days straight when polar vortex descended.

Marissa was about to flare up, but I pointed at Kyle's neck and said coldly, "Marissa Langley, what right did you have to give Nora's protection pendant to someone else?" Marissa's expression changed, and the words stuck in her throat. That pendant had been made from a family heirloom of mine. My daughter had worn it since birth, for fifteen full years. "It's just an object," Marissa said coldly. "Kyle kept catching little colds around that time, so I gave it to him for protection. "Owen Duncan, why do you always have to fixate on these tiny things?" I slowly lowered my hand. Little colds. Tiny things.

Tristan was back at home after a long day of travel. The village of Cold Hills would always give him a sense of comfort … and he could not tell what part of it exactly … perhaps it’s just everything about the village. The northern wind sent a cold brush on Tristan’s face as he rode on an open carriage. They reached the eastern entrance of the village, passing through the watchtowers and guards, before they made their way down the road. The breeze carried the scent of winter cherry trees. Considering the place having the highest population among all the villages of Glacia, most people of Cold Hills had still been suffering from poverty, despite the higher funds and aids given by the new reign

I feel bad for the guy. As I sit there staring at his information, I began to hype myself up for this. " You got this Snow! You are a cold blooded killer! Heartless! Terrifying. Just pull the damn trigger!" I had been struggling to do that lately, but I seem to always find a way around it. I seem to make it better, as if I am trying to make up for something that I missed out on. I put my gloves on and talk myself through everything again. “ It’s the 12th one today, Marrieotti hasn’t caught on just yet. So I have time! Time to fully perfect this, 12 families…. 12 fucking families, that I have hidden away.”

I tighten my cream colored winter coat around me as another gust of air chills me to the bone. My coat’s hood which has faux fur around the edges is framing my frozen face. It flies back once again and my hair blows in the wind. That definitely helped my scent travel, which is not want I wanted. I have been out here for thirty minutes without any sign of him. I take in my surroundings as Leia perks her ears up to listen. The trees are vast and bare, their leaves are wilted and crunchy on the forest floor beneath me. Winter is almost over and spring is around the corner. Another chill spikes up my spine, but this time not from the cold. I sense his presence behind me and I sharply inhale.

*Winter* The air was thick with dread, a palpable tension that clung to me like an unwelcome shroud. Each strained breath felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the ominous atmosphere surrounding the Whispering Reef. Walking side by side with Aaron, I couldn't shake the prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Was it just the chill of the winter air, or was there something far more sinister lurking just out of sight? The trees loomed tall and twisted, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the bruised sky, casting everything in an unsettling shade of gray.