Winter Novels Novels & Stories

Aradaa said, his jaw setting. They left the cottage as the first snow of the Second Winter began to swirl. Navia was a ghost of itself in the dark, the bioluminescent vines pulsing a frantic, rhythmic green that matched the signal on Vladya’s receiver. The "Living Silence" was gone. The air felt charged, heavy with the ozone scent of a coming storm.

For Novel lovers, especially those who loves romance, every situation in their life would be related to a scene in the book they had read. And that was how Winter's love life is about to turn. Winter was laying on her bed, giggling as she continued reading an online novel which she had recently taken an interest in. She had originally taken an interest in it because of the title, and now she was loving every moment of it. "Ouch" She immediately sat up and came face to face with her Mother, Annabel, who was glaring at her. Her Mother had tip toed into her room while she was engrossed in the novel.

"He was born in the Harsh Winter. In the North, they say that means something." I shuffled closer. "Means what?" "Now, Yer Highness, the North is always cold..." I nodded to let her know I was following. "But the Harsh Winter is the coldest the Northern realm has ever seen. It is said that the wolves born in the Harsh Winter are different." She glanced around. "Stronger. Harder to kill. Like the cold gets into them when they are small and, ye know, becomes one with them." I thought about the pool last night. The way he'd been so comfortable in the cold, it barely seemed to touch him.

Winter in Vampire's World is cold but also beautiful and poetic. In the past, Brawen had gotten used to the low temperatures in this place enough that she didn't need to wear a scarf anymore. But now the temperature is bone-chilling, the roof is still frozen. So Brawen had to pull out a shawl and wrap it around his neck.

Lucian promised he'd tie her to the bed and keep her there until he found Freya's killer. Ravena could normally see She was in the dark, but the snow was blinding her. She wandered towards the direction of the smoke from a chimney. She tripped knee-deep in snowdrifts more than half the time, and even though she attempted to keep her bare hands in her pockets, she had to support herself continually to keep from falling. She'd been at it for at least an hour and wasn't sure whether she was getting any closer to discovering the town. Autumn was unquestionably her season. Winter was the season for Arctic wolves and polar bears. Sheesh.

{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind.

" Jade smiled. His smile is so contagious because I smiled with him. I have no clue how the ranks work around here. I have never been into reading novels about wolves or vampires. That was all Winter. I love reading about romance. You know, princesses stuck in a tower waiting on her knight in shining armor. "So that makes you a wolf too?" I asked Winter in a low voice. Winter slightly nodded her head before looking down at her hands as though she was ashamed. "According to everyone, my wolf never came forth because I wasn't on the pack lands when I turned eighteen. But they believe that my wolf will come forth during the next full moon." Winter spoke up.

I pressed both hands over my face and sat there in the dark and thought about sunflowers planted in November and a man who looked out his office window at the wrong moment and forgot what he was saying. Outside, the city did what it always did, kept moving, kept glittering, completely indifferent. Inside, something that had been growing slowly for weeks put out another small shoot. Quiet and Unhurried, Like it had all the time in the world.

The wind had died down, but the snow still fell, gentle, quiet, like ash drifting from the sky. Most of the pack grounds had gone to sleep, chimneys exhaling lazy smoke trails into the night, the faint golden flicker of firelight dancing behind a few windows. The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world.

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **