Winter Book Review Novels & Stories

Elena said, looking up to see the winter fairy spirit in front of her. “Is that what you think? Do you know what you're about to do? That book you possess is called the book of shadows which contains spells and magic that could lead to ultimate chaos and destruction! You must be very careful Elena when you use such spells.” The winter fairy said gazing at her. “How come I am able to read and understand these words. I know I haven't seen this kind of writing.” Elena said, handing the book to the winter fairy spirit.

The world outside was blanketed in a fresh layer of unblemished snow, burying the old blueprints of the territory under a clean, cold slate. Inside the room, the residual warmth of the hearth and the deep blankets kept the winter completely at bay. Elara woke slowly, the heavy, suffocating panic that usually accompanied her first conscious breaths entirely absent. For the first time in months, her heart wasn't racing with the frantic instinct to check her perimeter. She lay perfectly still, her back pressed against the broad, unyielding wall of Rowan’s chest. His massive frame was a solid anchor behind her, his breath a slow, rhythmic vibration that puffed warmly against the bare skin of her

She scrambled over to bandage me, and when she held my wrist, she froze. My arm was so thin it was almost all bone. My hands were dark and rough, covered in hard skin and cracks from frostbite. Outside, I heard my parents and Mia's voices. "The snow on the mountain is so pretty! I want to take pictures!" "Okay, but you have to dress warmly, or you'll catch a cold." "Where is Big Sis? She's always up the mountain. Let her guide us." "What's the point? That kid isn't close to us. Bringing her along just makes things awkward."

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

POV: Amira Cross The cold cut deeper than any blade. It chewed through the flesh on my feet, gnawed at the bones in my fingers, and sank into my lungs like a death sentence. Snow whispered around me like ghosts laughing, while blood—mine—streaked the white beneath me in crimson trails. I didn’t know how many days I had been walking rather did I know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Not until I collapsed or disappeared.

Instead, I turned my attention to the falling snow, the cold gust of wind swept right on us, eliciting an involuntary shudder on my exposed skin, but I kept down my shivering to myself. “You don’t seem bothered yourself.” The water rippled just as he submerged himself and my body bobbed up and down with the movement. I ignored him for a moment, not knowing what I would say to him. I just keep my attention, staring blankly into the snowy night sky. The Winter season has begun, and I am sure it wouldn’t be as lovely as the rest of the year. Thick layer of ice covers the whole lawn. White sheets of snow blanketing around us, and I would spend most of my time indoors.

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.

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.