Winter Games Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Winter clutched her arm, trying to stop the endless bleeding. She had never felt so hopeless. It was like she was being swallowed up by the darkness. Her eyelids were so heavy that it felt like they might close any second. However, Winter knew she could not fall asleep. If she did, she might never wake up again. "Let me go, and I'll take you to Noelle!" "You're too late!" Charles smirked. "Do you really think you're anything compared to Noelle?" Winter felt a sharp pang in her chest. "What are you saying?"

Winter’s POV At first, I think I am awake. Everything feels too real not to be. The cold beneath my feet. The sound of water moving somewhere nearby. The sharp wind brushing against my skin hard enough to make my arms ache. But when I look around, nothing makes sense. The world is dark. Not nighttime dark. Wrong dark. The kind that swallows shape and distance until everything around you feels endless. I stand still, breathing carefully as icy water curls around my ankles. My white dress drags heavily against my legs, soaked from the tide pulling in and out around me.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

Her stomach felt heavy, even breathing felt like a strain. “Eat something,” Madeline frowned. “Look at how skinny you’ve gotten.” Wendy forced down a bite of bread, her throat clogged and raw. By the time the plane landed, night had fallen. Lights glittered across the unfamiliar city as Wendy stepped out of the airport. The cold wind lifted her hair, and a sense of disorientation gripped her. There would be no Miles, no Belinda, and no suffocating days here. All those were behind her.

Chapter 51 I woke to frost. It covered the inside of my window in jagged lines, spreading from the centre outward like fingers across glass. I sat up. The season was mild. There had been no frost in weeks. My breath fogged in front of me. I reached toward the window. The frost moved. Not melted. Moved. It curled away from my fingers. My hand dropped. "Are you there?" Silence. My medallion was warm beneath my collar.

Chapter 108 Nora's POV The final stretch before the winter showcase arrived with a clean, steady cold. Mornings stayed sharp with frost. The light remained thin through most of the day. Inside Skyview, our life continued in the same deliberate rhythm. The balance we had built held without strain.

I take a deep breath and follow my stepmother out of the room. *** I watch Elodie’s blonde head disappear behind a curtain at the modeste as I stand outside in the blizzard blanketing the sleepy town of Mountain Spring. Mountain Hell, more like it. I wrap my arms around my middle and shiver violently as I turn and trudge through ankle deep snow, leaning against the wind that rips through the ragged jacket I’d had to mend and pack with goose down for the past five winters to keep warm.

Chapter 314: The Shape of Dissent Ottawa — Early Winter Snow fell for the first time since Resonance, light and hesitant, as if the sky itself was unsure whether to commit. It gathered along rooftops and railings, softening the city without silencing it. The hum beneath the world remained, quieter now, like a memory that refused to fade. Sophia watched the flakes melt against her gloves, feeling each one dissolve. Winter had always been her favorite season. It forced stillness. It demanded patience.

The pain shot straight through her nerves, tears spilling down her face as her body trembled violently. While they were switching places, she gathered what little strength she had left, shoved one of them away, and stumbled to her feet. She ran blindly toward the exit, but her heel caught on the carpet. She fell forward, crashing into a towering champagne display. The glasses shattered with a deafening crash, and the entire room went silent. Red wine and blood mixed on her dress as she lay among the shards. “Miss Winters, is this some kind of pity act?” Susie’s mocking voice cut through the murmurs as she walked over.

They hit the jagged rocks and the skeletal branches of dead trees, the icy wind tearing at them as they fell. Winter’s head was pressed firmly against his chest by his hand. She couldn't see the world rushing past, only the frantic, thunderous rhythm of his heart drumming against her ear. Snow had fallen a few days earlier. In the valley below, thick layers still remained where the sun never reached. Chris wrapped his arms around her as they crashed into the snow. * Several loose rocks crashed into the snowbank below. Winter’s mind went blank for a moment. When she finally came to, she struggled to pry his arm away from her waist.