Winter's Mourn Novels & Stories

Alastor gaped, hands automatically holding the back of her head to cradle it despite her thrashing. And that was when he noticed the darkening ground for the first time underneath her, “Wait a minute–…what?” his eyes darted around them in disbelief. Most of the soil had weathered and died, “What the hell is going on? Winters, please calm the fuck down!” “GET OFF OF ME!” Bewildered, he shakily obeyed. He can only watch in stunned silence as Winters quickly scrambled away from him as soon as he did. Her dark eyes were wide and terrified as she backed away from him, her legs visibly trembling like a newborn fawn.

“Why? Scared, aren’t you? You keep saying things about not wanting me, but you don’t want to ruin the bond. Hypocrisy much?” Winter gritted her teeth, making me smirked. “Why? Did I hit a nerve?” Seeing her so lost like this, I expected her to accept. But she surprised me. “Fine,” Winter answered so calmly that I heard a warning bell in my head. She smiled so beautifully, but her gaze filled with pain; even her body trembled. “I, Winter Mayers, reject—“ I never moved as fast as I did right now. My palm covered her mouth as I looked at her with pure rage. Each time my heart thumped, I felt pain spread all over my body. She must also suffer because that female was trembling like a leaf.

Little did I know that this encounter would not be easily forgotten, and that the consequences of that one fateful night would follow me relentlessly, challenging the very foundations of who I thought I was. It was a turning point, a chapter in my life that would shape my future in ways I could never have anticipated. In the depths of my solitude, I reflect upon my choices, burdened by the weight of consequences that dance upon my weary shoulders. The hushed whispers of regret echo through my soul, mingling with the tears that trace delicate paths down my cheeks. "Oh, Susan , what have you done?" Ethan's voice resonates with a mix of concern and resignation. My gaze meets his in the rearview

And maybe that was its own kind of communication, its own way of staying connected to something real and warm and alive when everything else felt cold and broken. Winter closed her eyes and let sleep take her, her last thought a fragmented prayer that the beast would still be breathing when she returned.

He didn't even register that I was standing right next to him. Every ounce of his soul was out in the freezing ocean, searching for a woman I don't even know. Who is this Winter? Who was she to you? ​I pulled my hand back from his face, letting it fall uselessly to my side. The frustration and sorrow were so suffocating I couldn't even cry anymore. ---

Now it was too late. Winter’s voice grew weaker. “I understand your pain of losing Elsa…” “You understand nothing!” he shouted. “You rich people don’t understand love. You’ve never truly loved anyone. How could you understand what it’s like to lose her?” The wind swept across Winter’s pale face. A tear, carried by the cold gust, fell onto the back of his hand. He froze. For a brief moment, he saw in her eyes the same sorrow he had seen in Elsa’s the night she died in his arms.

His golden eyes scanned the scene, checking for any sign of movement in hopes that he had already done enough to stop the madman Leo for all eternity. His heart sank when his eyes met with Winter. Her body is still and lifeless while blood has stained the earth beneath her. A gulf of sadness over him struck him and was almost willing to engulf him. No, he whispered, stumbling toward her. He knelt beside her, his hands shaking as he touched her cold face. "Please… don't leave me. You can't… you can't be gone." Whatever how much he may want it, the warmth will return to her skin and winter will be gone.

Castro asks. Winter shifted into her solid gold wolf, looking stunning up close. It was clear why Cairo desired her. She said, "With pleasure" within seconds. With beautiful gold wings that match her fur, bloodshot red eyes, and a powerful aura, the winter wolf commands attention. Her power surpasses that of Castro, it would seem. Castro queries, "Anything to say before you meet your end?" “Yes go fuck yourself” As everyone stepped back, Castro shook his head, turned to Winter, and said, "Perceive my love.Winter raised her wings in the air and stared directly into my eyes, signaling my impending doom. In response, I quietly uttered, "Farewell cruel world."

she screamed with a look of horror. "I just said that I did. Are you gonna argue with me on that too?" Winter burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Her body shook as she cried. The bones in her shoulders protruded under the shirt she was wearing. It was as if she was three more meals away from collapsing. "Oh, don't cry. There's no point in doing so. Your bones are gonna break if you do." The second I said that, Winter's head shot up. Her teary eyes sparked with hatred. She lunged at me and scratched like a tigress. "You are a devil. I am gonna kill you!"

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin