Winter Characters Novels & Stories

GRAYSON A SMALL GIFT Winter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.

Cindy’s Point of View I looked at the dancing snowflakes from the winter snow. They are creating a beauty despite the coldness they bring during the season. I can’t help but smile and admire its beauty. What I love the most in every season is the winter. I am born in the winter season and winter is my comfort when I felt so alone. Winter gives me hope everytime. “Ma’am, your coffee is ready.”

Then, the serving woman added, “Soon, the winter winds will arrive; they’re expected by the end of the month. You should make the most of your time, as once those winds come, people won’t leave their homes.” “Is it really that bad? I thought winter had already started,” Triana said. The woman shook her head. “We’re just entering winter. The sky is still clear, and the temperature is quite mild. When the winter winds come, we’ll barely see the sun, and just a moment outside can leave you frozen.” Triana glanced at Vlador with a deep sigh. He nodded slightly in response. “You’re right. We should make the most of our time,” Vlador said, rising from his seat. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

"A ball? As in... dancing? With people? And shoes?" "The Winter Ball is the cornerstone of Ridge tradition," Fenris explained, looking remarkably untroubled as he sipped his tea. He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of jam from the tip of Elara’s nose. "It’s when we celebrate the first hard frost. Every member of the pack attends in their finest human attire. We eat, we drink, and we prove that we can stand upright for more than four hours without scratching our ears."

The winter had begun to tighten its grip on Obersdorf. The peaks were now permanent jagged teeth of white, and the mist of the previous weeks had turned into a sharp, crystalline wind that whistled through the gaps in the research station’s stone walls. William had grown accustomed to the solitude. He liked the way the cold demanded focus; it was a physical reminder that survival required effort, a stark contrast to the effortless luxury of his former life.

"That spiked drink came from you! You wanted to destroy what Axel and I had built over ten years so that you could swoop in as his fated mate! You have no shame! "If you love him so much, where were you ten years ago when he was buried under a pile of dead wolves?" "Enough!" Axel pulled Vanessa into his arms protectively. "You're filthy yourself, so you want to drag everyone else down with you? What gives you the right to compare yourself to Vanessa? "She's kind-hearted. She wouldn't even hurt a fly. And you? A feral wolf from outside the pack who could never be tamed. Your blood is tainted.

Seeing how there was nothing else I could do, not even dab on lipstick or mascara, I moved swiftly to the door and opened it. “Hi,” Winter said, standing as if he were nervous. He wore a blue suit which highlighted his sapphire eyes and white hair. He looked like a modern-day Viking with a haircut and always clean-shaven, while Husk acted like a damn Berserker whenever someone ticked him off. “Come in,” I stepped aside and waved an arm out. “After all, it’s your suite.” “Yes, and we want you to feel comfortable.” He entered and left the door open behind him. “You don’t have to lock yourself in here. That wasn’t the plan.”

Marigold lit the flames in her palms to help guide them through the murky curtain. The cold hit them like a freight train as icy air trailed through the wet layers. Alpha Gray put on the jacket, and the white fabric strained over his muscular arms. The biting winter winds could freeze the blood with the cold trailing in under their clothes, washing over their warm skin, threatening to stay if they stopped moving. Then, as the fog lessened, they stepped into a winter wonderland. The landscape had a quietness within as snowflakes danced in the blinding light. It was as if this land had been frozen still, and time with it, into an eternal coldness.

Three months after the White Lady's departure Winter had settled over the territory, blanketing the forest in white. The pack house glowed with warm light, smoke curling from its chimneys. Inside, the wolves celebrated the solstice—a festival of lights, of family, of hope. Clara stood by the window, watching the snow fall. Alistair came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You've been quiet all evening," he said. "Just thinking." "About?"