Winter Novels & Stories

Winter came early this year. Already at the end of November Frost was above the fields behind the house. In the morning the windows were full of ice flowers, and each of the children suddenly developed a dramatic personal tragedy about how unfair school is in cold. Jonas claimed that his fingers would “freeze medically” if he Waste had to get out. Mira regularly hid under three blankets at the same time and explained that she would the winter just slept like a bear. And Kai continued to run outside without a jacket, which every time in the same fight with

Today was the day everything hinged on, the culmination of years of study and months of relentless pressure. The winter chill was unforgiving. Even after layering himself in thick clothes, the cold still managed to seep through, clinging to his skin like an unwelcome companion. As he stepped outside, snow began to fall unexpectedly, light at first, then steadily heavier. The streets transformed before his eyes, white and slick, traffic slowing to a crawl. Each step felt like a battle, his shoes crunching against the snow as he carefully made his way forward.

Winter returned gently, without hostility. The cold was present, but it did not bite. It lingered in the mornings, in the edges of windows, in the quiet that came earlier each evening. Grace adjusted to it easily. She had learned that resistance made seasons feel harsher than they needed to be.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

“It’s the first snow of the season.” Victoria followed her gaze, watching as the snowflakes danced and swirled before settling gently on the ground, transforming the world into a winter wonderland. “It is beautiful,” Victoria remarked, a hint of awe in her voice. “I’ve always loved the first snowfall.” “You know, Madam,” Mrs. Brooks continued, breaking the silence, “the weather forecast predicts this winter will be colder than last year. You might want to wear warmer clothes to protect yourself from the chill. You better not catch a winter cold.”

Rhea's POV I stood inside my room holding the bland as I stared out of the window. The weather is so calm, and there was a wind chill. Standing on my spot I stared out toward the southern part, ice had accumulated on the side. The air is freezing and a small tiny frost falls from the sky. Seems we are already in winter and the moonlight festival is almost around the corner.

GRAYSON A SMALL GIFT Winter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.

Nine months since he’d lost his arm and he and Wren were homeowners. Jackson laughed as he caught sight of the white flakes swirling in the wind outside the kitchen window. He opened the cabinet doors in search of the cocoa. Wren was starting a fire in the fireplace. The first snow of the year was later than normal and nothing more than barely there flurries. “Wren,” Jackson called from the kitchen. “Yeah?”

FALINE sat next to the window while idly petting Astora with her free hand. Fall turned into winter. Large snowflakes were drifting in the wind and sticking to the garden grounds, covering the barren plants and walls in a thin layer white. Ever since she was granted the power of the ice, she could see and feel the winter more than her colleagues could. Snowflakes always fascinated her since then with their never ending patterns and glassy gleam. Faline could stare at them all day.

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?”