Winter Novels Novels & Stories

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

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

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”.

“Because we’re less suspicious? I don’t know. Ask the boss yourself.” Snowfall had already stopped as they went out of the dark alley. Icy wind breezed on their faces. The cobblestone streets were blanketed with snow. Despite the late time, there were still many people outside. Winterrun was livelier than any other villages Arth had seen, especially during the night. But the best thing he found in this village was the flowers. The village was so full of flower shops and stalls that they could be easily spotted at any corner. Even at every mansions and houses, there were beautiful gardens grown and displayed at the front yards. The aromatic scent had always taken Arth back to his village in F

This period is when all wolf packs go hunting, preparing for Winter. Winter is also when the Blue Moon realm is most vulnerable to humans and vampires, and even other wolf packs' attacks. So, the strongest men outside were required to come back home to help protect the realm and the packs. Every August, when Oliver returns for the Winter, he would always bring something from either the human realm or the Vampire realm for Megan. There is hardly anything in the human realm that isn't in the wolf realm, but some things are unique to each realm. Things like cuisine and Art. What Megan loved to get from the human realm was their books. Unlike the books on Blue Moon, the human books are filled wi

Kai said confidently. Jaxson has to follow Kai, but he keeps talking about the same thing. "The question is why the alpha makes such outrageous claims. When dealing with wolves, we all know how difficult it can be to maintain order. And what about Lyca, who is female and appears delicate? For her sake, I hope nothing but harm comes to her..." Jaxson, the youngest, refuses to acknowledge Xavier's favoritism toward Snow. That's why he kept kicking at a rock in his way. The sound of the stone striking the wall alerted Xavier to the approach of an intruder.

Chapter 7 - Present When Jason woke up again, it was snowing outside, and the wind was shaking his childhood bedroom window. The Werewolf barely had time to think how the old wooden frame wouldn’t be able to handle another winter before someone jumped on him. “Goodness, Lorelei! You’ll kill me like this if you don’t control your strength!” Jason did his best to control himself and not curse while the pup giggled and lay down next to him. Her dusty blonde hair was much longer than the last time Jason saw her, and he would soon notice how she was also taller when they finally got up from bed

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

“You should change, Snow. And eat. Elspeth left a tray. She’s still scowling, so the world hasn’t completely ended.” Winter nodded but didn’t move until after he had gone.. Slowly, she peeled the heavy tunic off, the fabric clinging to her. She folded it carefully, reverently, and placed it at the foot of the bed, a dark totem in the grey room. As she dressed in one of the new woolen gowns, the loss of his scent felt like a sudden, chilling draft, leaving her exposed and vulnerable once more. The days that followed fell into a strange, silent rhythm. Winter sewed. She read the book of legends Jax had given her, deciphering the stories mostly through the intricate, faded illustrations. She wa

Winter always made her think of the lives that passed on, but also of new beginnings yet to come. The icy winds howled through the passes, seeking any gaps to invade the dens of the werewolves. Frost formed intricate patterns on the windows as the fires crackled inside, providing what warmth they could against the bitter cold. Townsfolk gossiped by their hearths, recounting stories of winters past when blizzards raged for weeks on end, isolating entire villages under mountains of snow.