Winter Cinder Series Novels & Stories

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

For a moment, he was silent—speechless, even. Then he tilted his head, adjusting the hoodie on his shoulders. “Hmm… actually… it’s not bad.” “Told you,” I said proudly. “Now you look like you come from the world of normal humans.” He snorted. “What am I then? Some kind of forest creature?” “Not creature,” I smirked. “More like… enchanted being.” He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth curled, like he was fighting a smile. Before I could tease him further, a saleslady approached us, eyes wide and sparkly. She’d clearly been watching us since we walked in.

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

Nishant said teasing her more making her whine. "Babe tell him to stop." She said stomping her foot to Myra who stood there smiling at both of them. "What is chuckies and chuks?" She asked. "They are my favorite cookies and he has been teasing me about it ever since your wedding." She complained. "You still eat that cookies?" Myra asked controlling her laugh making her done with both of them. "The ones with dinosaur packaging." Nishit said adding in fuel making everyone laugh. "Jiju they are bullying me." She complained as Zeeshant just shook his head at them.

Moon asked confused. "Weren't wolves created without humans? I can't imagine how Gaia might have turned out had the human half hadn't been released." Moon commented. "You must understand the importance of the part we all play in this. I have dealt with Chad and his Council long before I was your alpha. Winter was an old wolf, and I was his Luna. Chad’s wolves are different beasts in their own rights, they need to be reguarded with respect, or whoever the Council faces in physical or psychological combat will fall every time." she paused to sip her coffee.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

Inez offered the Cinder Dagger, forged in volcanic glass and imbued with the essence of phoenix flame. “This blade can sever the Hollow’s tether to flesh,” Inez explained. “Use it wisely.” Petrov tested its edge, slicing a warded cord. Silver sparks flew, the ward unraveling in embers. “Powerful,” Sokolov murmured. Inez nodded. “Together, we can ignite every sealing circle in Europe.” They pledged the cinder dagger to the Circle and departed under cover of night, the flame-born relic tucked safely in Sokolov’s pack.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

But stories could lie. “Positions,” Zara ordered softly. Her team of mixed wolves and witches fanned out, shadows among shadows. No banners, no moonlight, only the dull pulse of danger guiding their steps. They had tracked the Cinder Queen’s loyalists for weeks: whispers of stolen relics, half-burned sigils, a rhythm of disappearances that matched the old Hollow rites. Each clue led back to this scar of a place.