Red Winter Trilogy Novels & Stories

I didn't know what to say or do again to avoid another slap. "You have to go deliver the package now." He yelled and i scurried away. I'm dirty,hungry and I feel irritated. I saw the package which was lying on the center table in the living room. I picked it up and went outside. I streched and looked up in the sky. It was bright just like my Luna. I miss her so much and wish all of these hadn't happen. That evil witch killed my Luna and made me marry her and now her brother sees me as a delivery man.

Once again, his plan doesn’t work as Hunter frees himself and kills everyone who had a hand in his torture. And now we hear that Jake’s whole pack was annihilated, my mother might be the witch that wants to kill Ren and Alex is somewhere in Colorado, either working with the enemy or being held as their prisoner. Oh god, I think I’m going to have a headache.

I left the temple and went straight home, crawling into bed. I refused to process anything that had happened. Tonight, I was just a normal seventeen-year-old girl. Tomorrow? I’d wake up a magical wolf with winter powers. That night, I had another dream of the winter land. The world was frozen, a vast, endless tundra. Snow covered everything, and the air was sharp and still. But despite the cold, I felt fine—strong, even. The only problem was... I was alone.

This picks up on a snow-covered battlefield at the border river, where Aurora leads the Ashford warriors in silver-furred fury to crush Kael's forces and secure her place beside Rowan. The first snow of winter didn't feel cold. It felt like a warning. Soft white flakes drifted out of a bruised grey sky, dusting the jagged rocks and bare trees along the border river. Within minutes, the ground looked clean and innocent. Pure. What a complete lie. Below the ridge, the quiet didn't last. A collective roar rose from the frozen bank as hundreds of heavy paws pounded into the mud. Fur clashed against fur. Teeth snapped. The river water turned murky and dark, and the pristine blanket of white quick

It was in my very breath. "Leo, get your bag," I commanded, my gold-veined arm vibrating with the suppressed power of a dying god. "We're going to the Black River." "We're going back to where the lie started." "And I’m going to make sure the High Council never has another tomorrow to sign away." Outside, the aurora turned a violent, vengeful white. The first real snowflake of the Final Winter fell. And the Queen had finally run out of ink for anything but blood.

"They’re human now. The other prisoners... they aren't being kind to them. A Dud in a wolf’s prison doesn't last long." "Keep them alive," I commanded. "I want them to see us leave for the North. I want them to see the world I'm building while they rot in the dark." Killian nodded, but his focus was on the window. The sky was turning a pale, sickly grey. The first snow of the season was beginning to fall, drifting through the open roof and landing on the black obsidian of the throne. The Northern Winter was coming. And as I looked at the golden eyes of my son, I realized the Citadel was the easy part. Out there, in the frozen wastes, there were no silver chains to absorb. There was only the

The flicker of the fire danced on the wall, and in the safety of his arms, I allowed myself to close my eyes. Not with fear. But with peace. And the growing knowledge that, no matter how uncertain the world outside became—inside this moment, I was exactly where I belonged. ----- The snow fell heavier that night beyond the walls. It blanketed the world in silence, covering the hills, the valleys, the rivers now frozen beneath glassy ice. But not even the snow could bury what lived in the far North. Not even winter could quiet the White Walker Pack. Their land was both breathtaking and brutal—towering glaciers, thick pine forests that stretched into the clouds, valleys carved by centuries of i

The petrified trees loomed beyond the overhang, the trail a challenge they faced together, the chill a distant threat. The pack settled beneath the overhang, the fire crackling softly, the wolves curling around them, their fur clean but dusted with frost, the air a biting chill, the petrified trees casting jagged shadows, the trail a shared journey, the chill a test of their unity, their bond a radiant light in the cold. The Frostspire Mountains loomed closer, their peaks a stark white against the gray sky, the hum of dark magic a distant whisper, the chill a constant presence, the trail a challenge they’d face together, the pack’s unity a warmth that would carry them through, the Lunar Lega

Before I knew it, my back hit the bed and he carefully took my dress off before throwing it somewhere. _____________________________________________________________________ The last leaf of the fall disconnected from the now dark gray tree. Its orange colors knowing it soon would become dead once it reached the almost frozen floor. Winter wind blew rapidly around, tossing the dried leaves back and forth. Snowflakes drizzled and clung to everything they grabbed, the floor becoming too frozen to thaw through it anymore. In just a few days, every inch of the earth around us would be covered in many layers of snow. The cold chill that ran through everyone's spine came with some benefits though.

The cold came back on Thursday. Ethan the managed version. The version I had not seen since before the carry, before the storm, before all the slow accumulated thawing of eight months in this apartment. I noticed it at breakfast, something in him was behind glass again. Present and absent at once, he answered Lily's questions, he drank his coffee. He did not look at me the way he had been looking at me.