Winter Dreams Lyrics Novels & Stories

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Neither of us moved. She sang with her eyes closed. The song was gentle and unhurried, about seeds in cold ground and rain that came when you'd almost stopped waiting for it and things pushing up through dark soil toward light they couldn't see yet. She sang it straight through without any of the hesitations that had appeared in the living room rehearsals. Her voice was small and clear and completely certain of itself. Beside me Ethan was absolutely still.

And something inside me—something vast and patient and merciless—whispers that maybe that’s enough. For tonight, I let the shadows curl around me like a blanket. They feel almost warm. Tomorrow I leave. Tomorrow I begin. Raven Winterstar turns her face toward the glowing crystal and closes her sharp blue eyes. In the silence of her broken world, she dreams of black smoke and silver scythes and a life that was never meant to be hers. But it is now.

My mind couldn’t shake the vision that lingered like a bad dream—Winter’s presence flickering only to vanish, her essence leaving a gaping void in its wake. My heart pounded with the rhythm of urgency, yet a part of me couldn’t quell the storm of fear brewing beneath my resolve. This place was an enigma, a living entity weaving dreams and nightmares with equal zeal. I had to find Winter. I would endure anything, face any fear, to have her safely by my side once again. “Winter!” I called out, hoping against hope that my voice would pierce through the intangible veil. But only echoes returned, bouncing off the cavernous walls—mocking in their solitude.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤CHILLS' BY 'WHY DON'T WE'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️ Coat laying on the floor Long December nights are what I've been waitin' for Pull my hand close to the fire Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name It's the way that it feels when we touch I can't get enough Love got me frozen in place Baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got chills Arms wrapped around my neck ('round my neck) You keep me warm You are the spark igniting me again Oh, I can't get enough

She said while he nodded drawing circles on her back while she sat there making scenarios about the trip. "We won't come back till we get to see them." She said in a low voice with a determined stare making him smile. "Promise?" She asked looking at him with hopeful eyes. "We'll see them for sure." He said but she whined. "No you promise me, we won't return till we see them." She asked making him sigh. He knows if he promises than no matter how long it takes them to see those mesmerizing northern lights- his wife will not budge from there.

The wolf ran through the winter snow, The moon was bright and high. He howled for his one true love Beneath the silver sky. Raven joined in and her voice was louder and her energy was bright. She came to him through frost and ice, Her heart was cold and still. But he loved her with a burning fire That melted all the chill. I did not know the song but I sang anyway and my voice was off key and my cheeks were warm. Tasha watched us with her silver eyes sharp and her expression unreadable.

The train picked up speed, and Pierton became nothing but a smear of gray. Sleep claimed me when I didn't realize it. I had a long, long dream. I was in my early 20s in that dream, about the age when I first met William. He was saying something, but his voice couldn't carry across the distance between us. I couldn't see the look on his face either. The train conductor woke me up. I'd arrived at my stop. I grabbed my luggage and stepped off the cabin, my steps lighter than ever. I had no lingering feelings for the past that I'd left behind. As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin