Winter Book Covers Novels & Stories

I could tell that Morrigan was looking a little worse for wear after the ceremony for Killian, Cormac, and myself so I drew her a bath and massaged her naked body to help her relax. I think something is up, Winter isn’t feeling well either. She’s been sleeping a lot and she won’t tell me what’s going on. We’ll have to talk to her in the morning. Stark agrees, and our concern for our mate swirls around between the two of us. After her massage, Morrigan was out like a light, snoring louder than normal that I couldn’t help but take a video of her. She’s going to kill you for that. Well, I have no inclination to tell her, and don’t you go telling her or Winter either.

The child blinked up at him, unafraid. He stood motionless on the dais, the boy cradled in the crook of one arm. The white fur swaddling Snow gleamed under the light of the braziers, a stark contrast to the black of Winter’s tunic and the shadowed stone behind him. The child’s tiny head rested against his father’s chest, dark hair soft against the severe fabric, small mouth parted slightly. Winter’s hand, large, scarred, steady, supported the infant’s back with a care that seemed almost foreign on a man whose name was synonymous with destruction.

Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand. Being the first time to hold the book, he was surprised to see the picture of wolves in their full transformation. A full moon shinning above them, then at the far end of the cover there was a hunter with a ring shinning. It appeared to be a reflection from the moon's light, well, it was strange. It was strange because, Alpha Angelo couldn't understand why the picture of a hunter was on the cover. He wished to call Beta Dagon so that they can read it together, but he remembered.

She always ran away from reading. I walked over to the shelves, carefully grazing my fingers over the binded pages, taking all the words in. Then there was a specific one that piqued my interest. “What's this?” I pulled it out as the words on the cover page caught my eye. The Legend of the Arctic Wolf “Ah, this one's a masterpiece, my favorite of all,” Xavier said, looking at the book in my hand. “Really? What's it about?”

“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

Winter in Vampire's World is cold but also beautiful and poetic. In the past, Brawen had gotten used to the low temperatures in this place enough that she didn't need to wear a scarf anymore. But now the temperature is bone-chilling, the roof is still frozen. So Brawen had to pull out a shawl and wrap it around his neck.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

Victoria’s wolf, dusky brown and nimble, moved beside Calix’s steel-colored form, all muscle and silence. They gathered their packs in their jaws and braved the snow. At first, the wind stung. The snow whipped into their fur, cold and blinding, coating their lashes and muzzles. But they pressed on. The forest loomed ahead, tall pines and ancient oaks, their snow-laden branches arching over the path like guardians. As they entered the woods, the storm dulled. The trees muffled the wind, and though the snow still fell, it wasn’t blinding. It became… beautiful. A world of white and grey, quiet and vast.

The shop owner, a kind-looking elderly man, adjusted his reading glasses and helped her compare colors. “This imported lace would work well for repairing a wedding dress.” He nudged his glasses up his nose Wendy’s fingertips traced the delicate patterns when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her. “Wendy!” She turned around to see Austin jogging toward her with a stack of books in his arms. He stopped in front of her, slightly out of breath. “I asked a friend to bring the bridal design references you wanted over.” She took the books from him. It was the latest issue of International Wedding Gown Design and several professional manuals.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."