Winter's Mourn Novels & Stories

3rd Person's POV An hour later ~ Reticence bordered through the car.... multiple questions muffled... Some out of confusion.... some out of fear... some out of infatuation..... and many more reasons to add some to it. Fear of losing something they would've yearned for... fear of winning something they would've never desired for..... an afeared triumph of their misery... Something is about to cause a ruination.... an annihilation of their joy- their happiness- their lives- their family - themselves and everyone affixed to them.

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!'

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.

"She needs our help to come back to us." "What do you mean?" Kendall asked. "Winter isn't breathing. We need to figure out what to do next, which is to find out who did this to her," Linda suggested before shooting me a glare. Winter's mother shook her head, "For now, Winter is still with us. If we abandon her, she might die." "Where is she?" I asked. "She's in a state between life and death. She's at the field of Asphodel," Winter's mother said, her voice sounding distant.

They bullied Winter, a defenseless child, and her mother, a voiceless corpse. In that moment, Winter, dressed in mourning black, stood frozen. Her eyes were bloodshot and shattered, and her lips were bitten until they bled. She watched as the three of them left with smiles on their faces, her bloodstained lips trembling as she tearfully sang a mournful tune lamenting life and death. "Leave the underworld through the shadowed gate, See the mist where fate grows thin as slate. A lost soul drifts where the ferryman keeps tide, I pray your footsteps won't be pulled aside.

“And then we’ll see how long she lasts. We’ll see how long you last.” River shook his head frantically. “Jada, no—please. She’ll die. Winter will kill her. You know what he’ll do.” Jada’s eyes filled with fresh tears, but her chin lifted. “Then maybe you should have thought of that before you kissed her.” Suddenly, Winter stepped out from the shadows at the far end of the corridor. A tight frown carved deep lines across his scarred face. He had been drawn from his chambers by the rising noise and chaos but he had remained hidden, watching everything unfold in silence. He had heard every word. Every accusation. Every confession.

Heedah dusted off some dust particles from the black range over we carried. Winter frowned her face in annoyance. "Wait for what exactly? Miss wise and smart?" She fired at heedah. "You want to wait till I die so you'd know I was marked for death then y'all would probably add, 'In loving memory of......' to my name?, no thank you, I'm going to figure out what exactly all these mean, with or without your help." She gave all of us death stares before she went over to her car. "Winter, wait" Daniel followed her and she turned on the ignition then drove off.

Now there was nothing left of him but faint motes of silver drifting into the heavens. “Brother…” Liora’s whisper was choked with anguish. Her claws dug into the soil. “Forgive me.” --- The Mourning of the Wolves A sound rose behind her—a deep, guttural howl of grief. Selene stood at the edge of the battlefield, her white fur scorched, her flank bleeding. She tilted her muzzle skyward and let loose a cry so full of sorrow that even the Eclipse Wolves joined in. One by one, wolves from every pack—light, shadow, and even those aligned with the Solar Wolves—raised their voices to the heavens. The howls merged into a single, soul-shattering lament, a hymn for the fallen.

“It’s over! All of that work was for nothing!” “Cin?” I frowned down at her, confused as fuck. “What the hell are you on about?” “The Eternal Winter!” she sobbed, clutching at her fake pearl necklace so hard the string strained between the beads. “It’s back! All the signs of spring are gone, Rhi. Gone!” “But… what? How can they be?”

Her sorrowful passing was a meticulously planned murder. ... Meanwhile, chaos engulfed the Winters Mansion. Olive sobbed in Richard's arms. "It's all my fault. Neal and Liam saved me, but Eira..." Richard patted her back, his eyes dark with menace. The police had just left, concluding, "Eira Winters is missing, likely taken by the kidnappers." He gripped his cane, his knuckles turning white. I was a nuisance alive, but if I were dead, my mother's connections and hidden assets would slip away.