Red Winter Trilogy Novels & Stories

It was almost noon, but there was light snow falling fromthe gloomy sky. A thick, dark tent had roofed the small grandstand. Kael stood on the dais beside Councilor Rowan with his team on his back. While the old councilor ate his lunch, Kael observed the audience, trying to find the face of his brother in the arena. He was certain that the Forgotten Winter had already arrived, as he sensed the strange, powerful presences around. But he needed to be patient until the enemies would show themselves. His plans were ready for anything that would happen.

He told me so I grabbed the back of the horse and Elijah started to run the winter horse slowly. I can feel the cold on my face now because the cold air meets me. But I picked it up and looked around. Everything is white and seems lifeless. We entered a thicket of pine trees. This is what white Christmas means. Christmas is just a few days away. I feel like I won't be able to spend Christmas with Elijah. Christmas is ten days from now. But I hope they can return before the new year. "It's like I'm in Breaking Dawn," I remembered the show Breaking Dawn, where Jacob was running Reneesmé away from the Volturi. It was like this, the pine trees and the snow.

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

The winter solstice arrived with a quiet, breathtaking severity. By mid-December, the high alpine ridge was locked in a deep, pristine freeze, encased in thick blankets of white snow that muffled every sound in the forest. The wind howled down from the jagged northern peaks, driving sub-zero temperatures against the thick, insulated logs of the cabin, but inside, the atmosphere was a sanctuary of amber firelight and steady, enveloping warmth.

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

“You should change, Snow. And eat. Elspeth left a tray. She’s still scowling, so the world hasn’t completely ended.” Winter nodded but didn’t move until after he had gone.. Slowly, she peeled the heavy tunic off, the fabric clinging to her. She folded it carefully, reverently, and placed it at the foot of the bed, a dark totem in the grey room. As she dressed in one of the new woolen gowns, the loss of his scent felt like a sudden, chilling draft, leaving her exposed and vulnerable once more. The days that followed fell into a strange, silent rhythm. Winter sewed. She read the book of legends Jax had given her, deciphering the stories mostly through the intricate, faded illustrations. She wa

Elara walked out of the building into the gray light of the valley. The storm from the north had had arrived, the first heavy flakes of winter snow were falling down through the trees like ashes from a fire. The timber wolf was still standing on the ridge above the road, his eyes watching her. His eyes were a pretty gold color. The wolf and the woman were just standing there looking at each other. They were standing in the middle of an empty space with forty yards of cold hard stone between them. The woman did not call out to the timber wolf. She did not get her fire ready. The timber wolf did not call out either. The winter was going to be a long one. The timber wolf and the woman were two

There was only snow stretching endlessly across the mountains, towering trees dusted white, and the steady rhythm of movement as the wolves carried them deeper into winter. Snow gathered lightly against her cloak while mountain wind moved through the trees sharp enough that everyone else had bundled themselves against it, but none of it really seemed to touch her. If anything, the cold felt familiar in a way she couldn’t explain, like her body understood it instinctively even if her mind didn’t. Sitting against the warmth of Silas’s fur, she found herself relaxing little by little as the mountains stretched endlessly around them. Something about this felt familiar. It was not the place itsel

“The white drifts fell before the fire caught the wood.” Nira let out a slow, ragged breath that vibrated straight through our shared connection. “Thirty winters ago... I was the one who dreamed it first. But my vision held no snow, and it held no blood. I only saw the dark, towering silhouettes of wolves tearing through a valley.” “And I dreamed only of the frost,” Mira murmured quietly, “Endless drifts that swallowed the peaks before the first war horn could even sound.” “The third sister... before the capital took her, she dreamed only of the manor burning to the ground,” Nira whispered into the link.

“It’s over! All of that work was for nothing!” “Cin?” I frowned down at her, confused as fuck. “What the hell are you on about?” “The Eternal Winter!” she sobbed, clutching at her fake pearl necklace so hard the string strained between the beads. “It’s back! All the signs of spring are gone, Rhi. Gone!” “But… what? How can they be?”