Winter Soldier Zola の小説・ストーリー

Zara woke drenched in sweat, the thin blanket clinging to her back, her fingers curling into the sheets as if she could hold herself together. The nightmare hadn’t ended when her eyes opened; it had only shifted. Wolves surrounded her in a clearing, their eyes reflecting silver and gold light, their jaws parted in silent snarls. She tried to back away, but her feet felt rooted to the scorched earth beneath her, the ground cracked and smoky. One of them stepped closer, its paw sinking into the fissures, and Zara could feel the weight of its gaze pressing against her chest.

Ezra nodded to Emma, letting her know that Winter was aware of the situation, but she vowed to keep the secret from his family. "Hey, love." She knelt in front of Zoe. “How are you, little one? I heard you are really smart." Zoe laughed. “What is your name? You are very beautiful.” “Aww. Thank you very much. My name is Winter. Your daddy's sister. You can address me as Winter. Okay?” Zoe nodded. “Will you play with me sometimes?”

Not being a citizen would make legally purchasing land difficult, if not impossible, so we’d have no choice but to squat. Sasha and I traveled in our wolf forms for weeks, enduring the relentless darkness and brutal cold, temperatures plunging between negative thirty and negative forty degrees Celsius. The wind howled through the barren landscape, slicing through our fur like icy blades, but we kept moving, driven by necessity. At night, we sought out whatever shelter we could find. Survival demanded efficiency, and warmth was scarce. We huddled together as we slept, pressed against each other to keep warm. It was a strange shift. We had always been friends, but never this close. Before the

"So, Zen and Yoga relaxation techniques help?" Elias shrugged. "Actually, it does." I let out a deep breath and then lay down on the floor. It felt cool against my fur. "Do you always feel so hot as a wolf?" Xander shrugged. "Our body temperatures run higher than humans. But the good thing is that we never feel cold. We can go out into a blizzard, and it'll feel no colder than a spring breeze."

I see Elio, Cahya, Marquis, Baylee and a few other guards surrounding Winter, who appears unbothered as anything. He’s in a white t-shirt and jeans looks so causal with his blonde hair slicked back, even in the moonlight it looks like a halo is around him. Those piercing ice blue ocean eyes snap to me and I fall back, wanting to break the eye contract. How does he know it’s me? “It’s simple, I’ll leave as soon as you give me what’s mine and no one else has to die,” Winter taunts, his voice sounding ragged, deranged. Someone died?

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

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.

Zara stumbled as she tried to get to her feet, her hand searched the wet soil desperately for her silver dagger – whatever it was that killed the rogue leader, it was still there. Slowly, a thin sheet of ice began to spread out from behind and approach her. As soon as she saw the sudden whiteness of the soil, she jerked around but once more she was a step behind. The whiteish mist-like draft of cold wind once more hurtled towards her and the last thing she saw was a pale hideous face before she passed out cold. **** Zara’s eyes fluttered open and she blinked as she stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly, she jerked upright in her bed, kicking back the covers, her entire body tense and alert.

The Moonfall bunker was experiencing the winter season. The Dead Zone surface froze after the explosion, which brought chilling temperatures that spread through Sector Two's large opening. The warm underground air which had been present for weeks turned into a harsh freezing wind. I stood at the Sector Two chokepoint while two heavy wool blankets wrapped around my body over my sweater.