Winter Memories Game Novels & Stories

Her hair draped over her shoulders like she was the goddess of the goddamn ocean and maybe it was just me but I think she illuminated in the water. We played in the water for quite a while before finding our way back up. We kept splashing water on each other like children and competing with each other who could hold their breath under the water longer. The first time Winter dived in and didn’t come back out in thirty seconds, I was scared she had drowned but it turned out she’s just a werewolf with aquatic powers. Going into the water was fun and going back up was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I guess just never took enough interest in the water and I’m glad I never did because

The young mages occupied the benches and tables under the winter cherry trees; some were writing, some were reading, and some were talking. “Let’s head inside,” Arth heard the Chief behind him. He turned around and then followed Chief Gregor through the entrance. “This Den is much … bigger than ours in Frostwood, Chief,” Arth said carefully. He did not want to say that this village was actually better than Frostwood, because the Chief might hit him hard in the head. But honestly, the people in Winterrun seemed so much livelier compared to the villagers in Frostwood. Perhaps they’d always been busy harvesting woods, as the kingdom had kept on demanding for more supplies, considering the clima

The cold that had leeched inside me would never leave, I was sure of it, but, be it placebo or not, I felt warmer as we neared my home. Still hyper aware that anyone could be watching us, I hauled myself up and kept walking. The pad of my paws against frosty earth made my heart sing. It was still winter, and cold, but not bitterly so, and as we reached the centre of Blue Moon’s territory I would feel the sun on my face. ‘Do they still have those cinnamon swirls in winter?’ asked Ares. I let my jaw fall open in a wolfish grin. ‘They do.’ ‘Annia will love them.’

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?”

Henry gave Brian's shoulder a squeeze before helping himself down from the car. Vanessa was about to call it a night when a phone call came through. It was Henry who requested her to come to the garden. Once Vee ended the call, She reached for her knitted sweater and wore it over her pyjama top. It was not really cold outside but Vee decided to put it on because she noticed she got cold easily nowadays. She reached for her phone and exited her room.

Frost flowers began forming on the windshield—visible to the naked eye. [Region Announcement: Attention, all players in Zone C-996—Cold Front Incoming!] [Current ambient temperature has dropped to 14°F and will continue falling.] [Warning: Low temperatures cause body heat loss, slowed reflexes, and a minor decrease in Sanity.] [Survivors, seek heat sources or warm shelter immediately!] 'Damn, can't catch a break with this game!' Jake rubbed his stiffening fingers and pressed on the blinking red [Regional Chat] button. Even someone with his iron nerves felt his pupils contract at what he saw.

Mixed with the piercing sound of the doorbell, it instantly drowned out the cheers coming from the TV. The laughter in the private room came to an abrupt halt. Uncle Arnold's hand trembled slightly, sending ash from his cigarette onto his pants. Dad frowned in displeasure and slammed his fork heavily onto the table. "Who is it? It's Christmas Eve—why are they acting like they're announcing death? Hey, waiter! What's going on? How can you just let anyone in?" The door to the private room burst open. My mother, Sharon Schmitt, stood there covered in snow, her hair plastered messily against her face.

Anatashi instructed. "If you can't control being a complete wolf, don't do this. Rex found out that melding like that is euphoric, like lightning in his veins. Winter used to tell me that how he felt until he got used to it, then it was as easy. As easy as drawing breath." Anatashi rose from her seat, silently walking away. Moon saw the tiredness radiating from her and elbowed Kai, "Go help your mate. You can meet up with us later. You and she need each other right now. Go." Moon pushed him.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Winter shed so many tears that I was afraid she would break down for real. It didn't take long for me to realize that she had somehow lost her memory. I ordered the soldiers to torture answers out of Alaric, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he kept shouting for Winter in the dungeon he was locked in. Two days passed and Winter still couldn't remember me. After lunch, I tucked Dawn in for her afternoon siesta before going to Winter's bedroom to see her. She was startled when I walked in. "Don't you know how to knock?"