The Winds Of Winter Sample Chapters Novels & Stories

More glittering scales begin ripping through his flesh, and that sexy smile pulls across his lips just as he shoves me hard away from him. My ass hits the ground, my palms stinging against the earth as I stare in awe at the man before me, who transforms into a massive, roaring lycan with swirling magic. A shadow falls over me as his wings spread wide and he takes flight. A cold chill hits the air, and I barely have time to raise my hand as a heavy frost rains down from the lycan’s mouth. The ice clatters to the ground, breaking like glass around me but not on me. Fine particles of snow glisten against my long hair, blanketing my skirt, and I tip my head up to meet the flakes. Several land ag

"It was hers." The book seemed alive, its pages turning on their own. Words formed in a language I didn't recognise, but somehow, I understood them: "The journey begins when the bloodline awakens— ancient spells." Before I could process the message, the air in the room shifted. A chilling wind swept through, and shadows danced on the walls. Taylor growled low in his throat, his wolf instincts kicking in. "Zoe, step back." But I couldn't move. The book's glow intensified, and suddenly, they were surrounded by visions—images of battles to come, of ancient witches, and a towering figures cloaked in darkness.

What is the point if all I want is her? I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body, walk out of the bathroom and head over to my table and pour a whiskey. Taking it all in one go and pouring myself another, I Open the balcony doors and step out the balcony. Looking at the sea and sipping my glass of whiskey, I see a woman strolling with her back to me at the beach. Her long blond hair is swaying in the wind. She is beautiful in the moonlight.

Her good arm reached for the handle of the knife, and she yanked it from burning flesh, twisting it and burying it in Roman’s neck. Shock registered on his handsome face. “I am the storm,” she whispered. “And the last thing you’ll see on this earth.” Roman grabbed her throat, squeezing as he wheezed through gurgling blood. Her energy was centered on his monstrous face when it exploded like a melon. Time slowed as the fine spray clouded in the filtered light. Blood suddenly slapped against the wall like crimson paint thrown on a canvas. Abby’s gaze stayed transfixed on that wall as a black shape moved across her vision before dragging a large weight off her legs.

CHAPTER 145: THE WHISPER WAR RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "CONTROL" BY HALSEY ~~~ The wind is no longer my friend. I used to feel comfort in its caress, like a warm hand brushing through my curls, tugging playfully at my coat as I wandered through Warrenvale’s enchanted fields. But today, it howls. Low, hollow and hungry. I’m walking alone through the western courtyard, where vines dangle lazily off the towers and fae magic makes the flowers hum lullabies, when I hear it again.

We had only bought ourselves a brief window to escape before their army arrived in full force. With my vision tunneling on the dark witches, I summoned every remaining shred of power, calling forth the wind with an intensity I didn’t know I possessed. It came to me, fierce and howling, a force of nature that spiraled around me in wild, invisible eddies. I pushed it outward, letting it ripple over the battlefield. Like a cyclone in miniature, it tore through the ranks of dark witches and shifter guards, scattering them as though they were nothing more than leaves on the breeze. A tempest rose at my command, howling and whipping around them. Dirt and debris surged with the wind, swirling into

I drew a deep breath, feeling the ancient pulse burn within my veins again. "Then she’ll have to take it from the living." As I spoke, the wolves in the valley raised their heads. Their howls rose in unison—low, haunting, carried by the wind until the mountains themselves seemed to answer. The fire rekindled at my feet without touch. And above, in the bleeding sky, the shadow of wings no longer waited. They spread wide, vast and endless—like judgment descending.

For the next Chapter 18- woven in for more atmosphere and Rafa’s presence. --- Chapter 18 — The Man in the Ashes Snow fell in slow spirals, muting the sounds of the wounded. The valley that had been a battlefield at dawn was now a graveyard of smoldering iron and blackened pitch. Horses stood trembling, steam curling from their flanks, and the air reeked of burnt metal and something older, fouler—like the breath of a sealed crypt forced open after centuries.

The colossal white wolf lands with the weight of an avalanche, massive paws crushing what remains of the iron throne into twisted, unrecognizable scrap beneath its own bulk. Freezing air and ancient golden magic swirl together around its frame, chasing the reek of dark runes and scorched sulfur clean out of the shattered throne room in a single sweeping gust. The beast lowers its head slow, luminous gold eyes settling level with Wren's own, exhaling a breath that carries nothing of the tunnel's blood and ash, only crisp alpine pine and fresh mountain snow, clean in a way nothing in this fortress has smelled in forty years.

~Omniscient POV The winds howled like wolves mourning the dead. Alpha Reed's army rode through the blizzard like phantoms, cloaked in furs and steel. The snow bit at their eyes, seared their lungs with every breath. Horses stumbled through the drifts, hooves cracking the frozen crust. Frost clung to every surface, even their weapons, dulling the sheen of blades that had seen war but never this—never magic this ancient. They had been riding for hours since leaving Lunar Moon Pack, navigating the cursed white wilderness Halric had described. They followed shattered trees, symbols etched into the ice, and the unnatural silence that seemed to deepen the farther they went.