Winter And Qrow Novels & Stories

After reaching ~ 3rd Person's POV Well right now they are right infront of the river bridge, surrounded by the cold winds which was unexpected to all of them. The city has never been this cold but today it's like ice water winds and not just the wind even the weather here is cold due to the river water. "Woahh." Nishant said coming out the car as the winds immediately embraced him. They parked at the private area where people are generally not allowed to visit without authority permissions so there are absolutely no people except them.

She storms away without giving a second glance at Ridge's troubled complexion. Archduke Ridge falls to his knees as he catches his breath. He strokes his hair as he feels so messed up. This time, Archduke Ridge needs to think of a plan of how to persuade his mate to stay by his side. ******************** Winter stomps his hoofs on a muddy pathway, making the horse feels disgusted. "Winter, stop me right there!" Lady Ruby points her index finger in a certain direction. Winter obediently follows the Lady's order, and he takes her to the spot within three minutes.

we pull away, but he leaves his one arm over my shoulder, and we head inside. "How is my mother?" He asks as we enter the house. His Beta and Omega stand outside and we enter the house alone. Alpha Winter's house is at the highest mountain in Windazare, and the pack house, or shall I say, pack houses are a few roads down the mountains. The houses are scattered, around the mountains, unlike Aquarius Waters where the houses are close to each other.

~Noah~ The pulsating beats echoed through the dimly lit house as Winter unleashed a side of herself I never knew existed. Winter, typically serene and composed, became a force on the dance floor, moving with a magnetic energy that left me both captivated and intrigued. It was a revelation – Winter on the wild side.

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

Griselda's village looked exactly how Winter remembered. Small wooden houses clustered together like they were afraid of the forest. Smoke rising from chimneys. The smell of curing meat and unwashed bodies. Everything grey and brown and tired. Winter's stomach twisted. She'd lived here for twenty-three years. Been beaten in that square. Starved in that house with the crooked chimney. Called cursed by every person who walked these dirt paths. "We should scout first." Jax's voice was low. They'd stopped at the tree line, hidden by dense undergrowth. "See what we're dealing with."

Lead-gray clouds densely covered the sky, threatening snow at any moment. The massive base crouched like a giant beast on the outskirts of Xiuwa City, silent and imposing in the bitter winter cold. The winter wind was biting. Qin Luo turned up his collar and waited outside the base. Before long, a slender figure emerged from the passageway.

They really feel like the flutter of butterfly wings and their tiny little feet. I laugh quietly. It’s friggin adorable. It suddenly stops and seems to stare directly at me. It opens and closes its wings, the blue in them glowing in the sun. “It likes you,” Winter breathes, her voice full of awe. She leans in closer to me, seemingly unaware of the other winged creatures fluttering all over her. I counted at least six, not including the one she just passed over. There’s the sudden sound of a shutter and I glance up in the direction it came from. Winter has her phone out and is snapping pictures.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

Zara’s POV The air smells of pine and impending snow, the kind of cold that seeps into bones and whispers of long nights. The alliance campsite buzzes with tension tonight—not the sharp, battle-ready kind, but the simmering unease of wolves circling unfamiliar territory. Silverclaw, Northern Ridge, and Bloodfang mingling around fires, sharing meat but not words. The truce holds, but barely.