Winter Cinder Series Novels & Stories

“It’s time for the demons to overthrow the dragons and claim our rightful place as the most powerful race known to the supernatural world.” “I would venture to say the information you got from your source about a so-called “new flame” isn’t true?” Cinder sat back down on his throne. “Does anyone even know where the flames are merging?” Cinder looked lost in thought as he rested his chin on his palm. “That’s what I thought. The demons are getting worked up over nothing most likely.”

He had grown to care for Willow. “I will do everything you want from me, but I will not give up Willow.” Drake said. Cinder had heard enough. With a roar that shook hell, Cinder stood from his throne. Stalactites fell from up above into the boiling firepits below and the souls went silent. He towered over Drake in this form, but Drake didn’t flinch away from him.

she pointed at a specific shoot, the tallest one, the first one, "is already Gerald Junior." "Gerald Junior," Ethan repeated. "After Gerald," Lily explained, in case this was unclear. "I understood the reference," Ethan said. "And this one…" she pointed to the second shoot, "is Steven Two, because of Steven the worm. Because they're friends." I looked at Ethan. "And this one," Lily continued, pointing to the third shoot, the smallest, the one that had come up last and was still finding its height, "is Maya." I stopped moving. "Because," Lily said,, "it was the last one to come and it's going to be the tallest. Ms. Park looked it up, late ones are always the tallest."

she asked, raising her chin up in defiance. “Fine” Tyler gave in as he raised his arms in surrender. “Cinder is an ancient name for a powerful wolf clan. One that most people avoid talking about” he said reluctantly. Emma's eyes widened with interest. “And?” She urged him. “What else do you know about them?” Tyler was beyond livid at this point but he managed to reel it in. His eyes searched the forest once more for any signs of danger lurking around but he saw none yet he couldn't help but feel they were toying with their safety the longer they spent in the forest.

"Not the Heart—her fingers. The cold is spreading." "Can you save her?" "I can try." Micah knelt beside Cinder, holding her other hand. "You're going to be okay." "Liar," she whispered. "Optimist," he replied. She smiled—weak, but real. --- Solara worked through the day. The cold retreated, inch by inch. Cinder's fingers would scar, but she would keep them. The Heart of Winter sat in a lead-lined box, guarded by Nox. "The Frostfang will come for it," Ignis said.

Choosing her would’ve been suicide. So why did I keep seeing her in my dreams, blood streaked across her face, a ghost of fire burning in her eyes? Why did it feel like I had made the greatest mistake of my life? Liesendra by my side sat by the fire, humming a song I didn't recognize. Her fingers danced lazily over a worn page of an old tome—one of the many ancient relics her father smuggled into Winter Hollow. The red crystal pendant around her throat pulsed softly like a heartbeat.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.

CHAPTER 84 – Cindar’s Wrath The heat around the battlefield thickened as Rowan stepped back into the center of the summit. She could still hear the frightened scout’s words beating in her head. They know our every move. She barely had time to warn Azeriel before a flare of burning red light shot across the ridge. Azeriel spun toward it. “Rowan move” She dove aside as fire cracked against the ground. Cindar stepped out of the smoke with slow heavy steps that sent sparks rolling across the stones. His eyes locked onto Azeriel with a calm that felt more dangerous than any roar.

Celeste was inside, doing one final sweep of the apartment. The air was brisk and quiet, filled only with the faint rustle of winter wind threading through the city streets. There was a stillness in it. Like the city knew they were leaving. Cedric and the rest of the Winters family would take a different route, gathering the few remaining wolves that had followed them from the old territory. They would return home the long way, giving the others space to settle in and prepare. Victoria hoisted a bag into the trunk when she heard the sound of boots approaching behind her.