Winter's Mourn Novels & Stories

“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.

It's about winter . " I am fine Ariel ...I don't know what to say ...he has disappointed me .. I thought he will call me or text me ...he didn't do it ...is he giving up on me " Winter said before broking down into tears . She was angry at him . Angry in many ways . Her anger turned into tears. Ariel wrapped her arms around Winter consoling her . " Everything gonna be fine honey...I am there for you " Ariel said stroking Winter's hairs . Ariel felt bad for winter . The girl was motherly deprived of love . Each time she tried to love someone people either die or distance them from her .

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.”

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.

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

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Alpha Callum growled, and I halted him as he stalked towards her. Winter's shoulders were hunched, and she extended a hand towards Jade, who glared at her hand before helping herself up. "I deserve all the hate you have for me," Winter said as she stood. "You can curse me for causing you so much hurt..." "Winter," I began, but she murmured, "It's fine."