Winter Novels Novels & Stories

He could feel the anger, the heartbreak, and beneath it all, a spark of determination forming—a fire that would demand answers, that would push him to act, one way or another. I pressed myself deeper into the shadowed corner of the crumbling village, heart hammering, lungs burning, but not from fear. No, this was a different kind of tension—the kind that sharpened instincts, made every sound a clue, every movement a threat. I had survived the night, yes, but Vivienne’s hunters would not give up. Not when they thought they could eliminate me with force.

"Take a good look. You sent this to me yourself. It's you treating my husband like a dog. You two have some truly disturbing tastes." An older woman in the crowd pointed at Brynn, shaking her head. "I can’t believe she’s a homewrecker and still acting like the victim. People who destroy families like this should be ashamed of themselves." Several women began pulling vegetable scraps from their shopping bags and throwing them at her. Then someone hurled a rotten egg. It struck her square in the forehead. "You ruin other people’s families and still act shamelessly? You don’t deserve to be called human!"

Winter arrived quietly. The skies dimmed, the woods thickened with blue shadow, and the world seemed to hold its breath. In Moonrise, peace settled like snowfall. Fields were tended. Children’s laughter filled the main hall. Aria’s daughter, once fragile, now thrived—cherished by all as a living promise. But beyond the warmth of the village, the land held memories older than the pack. Along the northern border, frozen rivers and wind-swept forests stood untouched, keeping their own counsel. There, on a night of rising wind and drifting snow, something ancient began to stir.

I left the temple and went straight home, crawling into bed. I refused to process anything that had happened. Tonight, I was just a normal seventeen-year-old girl. Tomorrow? I’d wake up a magical wolf with winter powers. That night, I had another dream of the winter land. The world was frozen, a vast, endless tundra. Snow covered everything, and the air was sharp and still. But despite the cold, I felt fine—strong, even. The only problem was... I was alone.

"Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?" Sheila scrambled for the covers, trying to hide, while Jeff was drenched in sweat, clumsily trying to get his pants on. My eyes were red with rage as I stepped toward them, knife in hand. "Tristan, what are you doing?" Sheila's voice shook as she screamed at me. However, I was beyond reason. "I'm going to kill you both." I swung the knife at Jeff, but he was quick. He grabbed the nightstand and hurled it at me. It hit me before I could get out of the way.

No wonder Dad called me as it was full moon night the next night. Withstanding the cold was the specialty of werewolves but I felt sorry for Karien as he was shivering from cold. Even the bunch of coats won't help in the winter around werewolves' territory. It snows quite heavily in winter, especially in December. However, it wasn't the month of December but the last week of November. Maybe global warming has affected the climate of our territory too. On the way, I passed my thick coats which Karien got for me to the Karien. He needs it and he would caught catch a cold if he doesn't get more warmness.

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

She knew he was just down the hall, but it now felt strange to sleep in such a large bed alone, and she couldn’t help missing him. Caitlin gravitated to the castle window, looking out. It was the first day of November, the morning after Samhain, and the day was breaking cool and crisp. The leaves shimmered in a million vibrant colors, and the ever-present mist of Skye hung like a layer over everything. The dawn spread out in a soft, orange light, and it was magical: as it struck the mist, the entire island seemed as if it were covered in a rainbow. “Mommy! It’s your wedding day!” Scarlet exclaimed, running over and hugging her.

I closed my eyes and drifted into oblivion. I arrived at Hope's lawn and walked up to her mansion. It had been a week since we last talked. We were on holiday, and Christmas was due the following week. The snow was falling harder right now, and it was the best time for vampires to come out from their shadows because the snowy clouds completely subdued the sun. This was the time of the season when bodies were being dropped everywhere in the city. And I knew Zack and his pack would slaughter them. That was the circle of life here in Winekove, but it was all invisible to the human eyes because we knew how to hide it from them.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"