Novel & Cerita Winter Books

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

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.

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

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.

“What do you think about planning a winter adventure? We could explore the woods and maybe even build a snow fort!” Mia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I love that idea! We could create a winter story inspired by our adventure, just like we did in the fall.” Elara nodded, brushing snow off her sketchbook. “And I can illustrate the magic of the winter woods. The snow-covered trees and the animals in their winter coats will be beautiful!” Leo grinned, his breath visible in the cold air. “Let’s make it a day of exploration and storytelling. We can gather materials for a winter-themed mural and celebrate the beauty of the season.”

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.

He told me so I grabbed the back of the horse and Elijah started to run the winter horse slowly. I can feel the cold on my face now because the cold air meets me. But I picked it up and looked around. Everything is white and seems lifeless. We entered a thicket of pine trees. This is what white Christmas means. Christmas is just a few days away. I feel like I won't be able to spend Christmas with Elijah. Christmas is ten days from now. But I hope they can return before the new year. "It's like I'm in Breaking Dawn," I remembered the show Breaking Dawn, where Jacob was running Reneesmé away from the Volturi. It was like this, the pine trees and the snow.

After failing to seduce his ice queen CEO wife, Josie Sinclair, for the 999th time, Tyler Ford finally called his sister Zoey. "I've decided to get a divorce, Zoey." There was three-seconds of silence before Zoey said solemnly, "I told you long ago that you would never be able to bring someone like Josie down from her pedestal." Tyler teared up as he smiled. "You're right. I was way over my head."

The embers in the hearth had collapsed into a glowing, crimson pulse by the time the first hint of dawn bled through the frosted windows. The light was weak, a pale lavender hue that made the snow outside look like crushed diamonds. Inside the library, the air was still heavy with the scent of birch smoke and the lingering warmth of a night that had defied the world’s cruelty.

The Keepers led us young ones to the sheltered places out of the blowing snow while the adults worked in the open. For days, the sky held the color of polished metal, and the sun was hidden. The biting wind beat on the longhouse and leeched the warmth from the world as the white snow buried everything of color. Foraging in the cold moons was hard. It was made harder in this land because the colorless winter just held on and on and on. Sometimes the snow would come as early as the Hunter's Moon or stay as late as the Flower Moon, or so I was taught. VvvvV The beast...