Winter Novels Novels & Stories

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

"How many times do I have to remind you that we're not in Winter Forest anymore? There are real seasons in Valoria, Maeve. Not just Winter and Break-up." I grunted, pulling away from her as she reached for my face with a glob of yellowish salve on her fingers. Gemma was right, though. Our springs and summers back home were brief and often chilly. Break-up signified the breaking up of the ice over our rivers and lakes, basically another word for spring. But the snow still hung on the mountains even in late summer, most of it never melting at all. "I just wanted to wear Rowan's jacket, that's all. It's not even that thick, you know. It's a flannel."

They must have gone to Harrington early and are waiting for you to apologize. Marissa's fingers paused. She slowly calmed down. Right. School started tomorrow. Even if Owen Duncan really wanted a divorce, he still had to take their daughter to college. Besides, how could Owen possibly divorce her? They'd been through more than twenty years of storms together. At their age, what could really be cut off so easily? Marissa relaxed for the moment. But after seeing Adrian and Kyle off, she found an open diary in her daughter's study. She flipped through a few pages. Her newly settled heart grew uneasy again.

The winter snow drifted unseen across the village, wisps of mist curving in the darkness of morning. Elara stood outside her cottage, muffled in a woolen shawl that was knotted about her shoulders, looking out to the horizon, frost-laden. The scent of pine and smoky loam arrived on the breeze, and winter's silence settled on the land, in silence.

Winter arrived gently. Snow fell like sifted sugar across the hills, covering the ravine behind their cabin in shimmering white. Emma stood at the window, sipping tea, watching the soft descent of silence. It was a different kind of winter than the ones at The Hearth less harsh, more introspective.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

The snow fell in relentless sheets across Elden Hollow, blanketing the village in a hush that felt almost sacred. Streetlights glowed like dim halos, and the last Christmas decorations—wilted wreaths and sagging strings of lights—hung from porches like forgotten promises. Most families had retreated indoors days ago, sealing themselves against the cold with wood fires, mulled wine, and the quiet comfort of routine. But for Liora Voss, the storm was not a barrier. It was an invitation.

VANESSA'S POV The first snow fell in earnest, blanketing the territory in a deep, silencing white. The world narrowed to the warmth of the lodge, the scent of stew simmering over the hearth, and the soft murmur of the pack gathered inside. The frantic energy of growth and rebuilding had given way to the quiet introspection of winter. It was a time for stories, for memory, for taking stock.

I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange. “The Winter Wolves are the closest thing we have to royalty. They don’t sit on thrones or wear crowns but their bloodline can be traced back to when shifters first settled in America. The stories say they came from cold climates which is why their wolves are always snow white and why they settled in Alaska, apparently, if a Winter Wolf leaves the Pack and they don’t meet their fated mate, they are drawn back to Alaska like some kind of magical pull.” Flora flattens out her skirt while speaking so she completely misses the way I drop

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.