Winter's Mourn Novels & Stories

Noelle realized Winter had lost all sense of reason. She had made the call, but Noelle had no idea who had answered or when help would arrive. Noelle inhaled deeply. "You just want City Ring Corp., right? I'll give it to you!" "Ha! City Ring Corp.? Too late, Noelle. It's all too late. I've got nothing left, and I've killed someone. What good is City Ring Corp. to me now?" Winter's laughter turned distant and her eyes sharpened. "Killing one or two people is all the same. Noelle, it's your turn to die!"

Twelve monoliths arched upward like the ribs of a dead god, each etched with sigils that burned white-hot as Astra’s blood soaked into the grooves. She did not cry out. She had learned long ago that pain fed the wrong things. Behind her, the wind howled—no, screamed—as something massive strained against chains of light at the edge of the circle. The Winter Wraith. It was not a wolf. Not anymore. Once, perhaps. Long before corruption twisted it into something that wore shadow like flesh. Now it was hunger given shape, a vast silhouette of ice and night, eyes like dying stars, breath that froze the air into shards.

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Enzo, too, wherever he might be, was bound by the love that had tied us all, and his journey was one of finding strength again amidst the ashes of heartbreak. My heartached with the longing to mend things between us, mend the world that felt shattered by loss. For after all the farewells were spoken, there remained the whispered promise of reunion—a hope forged by love and sustained by everlasting bonds. Even in death, Winter's spirit transcended the veil, leaving us not with the chill of emptiness, but the warmth of memories destined to keep her alive within us.

Rhett sent back. I’m coming. Aldric sent back it was short and quick. Winter went straight for the death wolf’s throat. She had been doing it this whole time so why not try ending this quickly and snapping his head from his body. The death wolf was eager to see her so willing to attack. He remained still waiting for her to get close to her and then shifted his stance ever so slightly. Winter toppled over the top of him hitting the ground and sliding. He turned to line up with her but instead of attacking waited for her to get up. He was toying with her. He loved the feeling of the rage, pain and anger rolling off of her. He loved it because he knew by the way winter looked at him, that he ha

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

she said. At the kingdom of winterfall, it was the day of queen Aurora's burial. Sad tunes of songs were played as fairies sobbed. The queen’s body was clothed with a white gown, a flower crown on her head as she was placed on a raft made of green and white sticks and leaves. Elvenia sobbing uncontrollably came by her side and said “why did you have to leave so soon, please Wake up I really miss you” she said. Elena came by her side comforting her, wiping off her tears, assuring her that everything will be okay.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.