Winter's Mourn Novels & Stories

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?"

“What should I do?” The assistant was caught off guard. It was the first time Nick had ever asked him for advice. He stood up quickly, speaking carefully. “Sir, you might not like what I’m about to say, but I’ve been by your side for eight years. I’ve seen everything you and Ms. Winters have gone through.” He paused to study Nick’s face. When he saw no sign of anger, he went on. “You two once loved each other deeply. You survived countless storms together, but you couldn’t survive the quiet. Ms. Winters won’t come back once she’s gone.

he says, then looks around, "Can we talk--in private?" The other Alphas have left but there are enough people lingering in the packhouse to make it a bad place for a private conversation. I nod and we leave, walking down the slope towards the pine forests. The air is crisp with early winter's bite. This is why the packs are so worried. In recent years, Winter has become a time when we watch the stores dwindle too quickly. Any delay in the Spring is potentially life-threatening. Didi is right that we need to rethink our resources. He's just not right in how we go about it.

She answered with disgust evident in her tone; his smirk didn't falter even a bit instead it went up to new heights. He sipped his wine, enjoying the lightness of it and she waited for his next action. He stood up and paced around the large living room and her eyes travelled on his back, as she tried to study his body posture meekly. “Great Glacier is going through loss from the last few months. The news has been hidden well from the world, but we are afraid it won't be long until the media gets a nag of it.” He stated, a bit apprehensively. “Well, media’s curiosity even exceeds a cat. So, I won’t be surprised if tomorrow there’s a headline that Glacier is dead and buried under the ground.”

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

She didn’t know that she would ever get used to the cold. She thought she could see it in the distance, against the pale sky, the end. This quickened her steps across the land of white, blue, and occasional curious brown spot of exposed mountain rock. If that was the highest point ahead, that meant, unless she and Ruben had strayed off-course, and unless Damon Sharpe had been wrong—a possibility she couldn’t swallow—that she was close. If the patchwork map had been correct, some signs of the Mourner’s Cradle must be near. She hoped she could interpret them. She couldn’t know what the three X’s on the map represented.

She's on live right now and more than five hundred people have tuned in to watch my mate dance sultry. I had no doubt in my mind somehow Jane and Masha were involved with Winter being up there. She was a bartender not a stripper. Hunter slammed against the walls of my mind, completely furious. The uneasy feeling from moments ago made perfect sense now. Winter was in trouble. I could see it in her eyes as she looked down. There's fear in those depths. She didn't want to be here. Hunter snarled so loudly inside my head my vision blurred red. 'Go to mate! Now!'

The moment they landed, she abandoned them. "Go by yourselves. I need to find Nora first." Ignoring their calls behind her, she rushed straight to the gates of Northbridge University. She waited there for an entire day, but she never saw her husband or daughter. "Nora Duncan? There isn't anyone by that name in this year's medical school cohort." The student volunteer welcoming freshmen looked at her strangely. "Ma'am, did you remember wrong?" Marissa's mind went completely blank. How could that be? Nora Duncan had clearly been admitted to the clinical medicine program!

Behind him, Vivian’s hysterical screams rang out, “Miles! You’ll pay for this!” He did not flinch. Such curses were nothing new to him. He walked straight to the parking lot. … It rained lightly on the day of the funeral. Miles stood in front of the gravestone. Once everyone else had left, he knelt slowly in the mud. His mother grabbed his hand before she died and said, “What I regret most in my life is that I came between you and Wendy.” At the time, he only replied, “It’s too late.”

"Tonight, we fight not just for ourselves but for the ones we've lost. We fight for justice, and we fight to protect our own." The howls of werewolves echoed through the night as the Silver Moon Pack, accompanied by the witches led by Morgana, set out to confront the vampires responsible for the heinous act. The air was thick with anticipation and a palpable sense of vengeance. As Luna Mara and Alpha Jake stood side by side, their hearts heavy with sorrow, they knew that the battle ahead would be fraught with peril. Yet, in the face of tragedy, the resolve of the Silver Moon Pack remained unbroken. The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, rea