Winter Soldier Zola Novels & Stories

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.

the tunic was a shroud and a shield. It smelled of him...of pine, cold night air, and the ghost of a lightning storm, and the scent was a constant, dizzying reminder. Winter spent the first day after the slaughter in a state of muted shock, wrapped in his scent, her mind a placid lake of exhaustion. She moved between the vast, empty rooms of her cage, the black linen of his shirt whispering against her skin, a secret caress from a man who would never touch her kindly.

Night had gotten so dark, the flickering fire from the lamps nearby had been swayed slightly under the night wind. Where’s Elias right now? Asteria didn’t enjoy staying out for too long, exposed in the chilly night, she might have got sick no matter how strong her body had become. It was that she thought some time ago. To her surprise. She found out that winter actually wasn’t that chilly, even to the extent that there was only a thin layer of snow on the ground. The temperature was tolerable even at night, the blowing wind occasionally teased the tree branches, issuing creaking sound, yet when it blew the skin, the atmosphere became more comfortable.

The raindrops were like countless icy steel needles, crashing violently onto the ruins of the old laboratory building in the western suburbs. In the mud, Zora's screams had weakened until all that remained was the faint sound of air leaking from her throat. The enormous black wolf planted a paw on her shoulder. With a slight twist of its thick claws, a sharp crack of splintering bone pierced through the storm. Zora's entire body convulsed once before collapsing into the blood-soaked ground like a dead dog, unable even to cry out for mercy. Eranthe slowly regained consciousness. She pushed herself upright and backed away in terror until her body pressed against the cold chain-link fence behin

Maybe tomorrow but my dick is not going to cooperate if I try today. "Okay... it's safe," Winter calls out, breaking into quiet giggles. "I don't believe you," I retort. Her giggles turn into full blown laughter. "It is... really. I promise." I roll my eyes and cautiously poke my head out. Her back is to me as she applies lotion to her arms. Ok, she is fully dressed but she's... I bite back a groan. She's wearing a fucking sundress. A SUNDRESS. I can't deal with a beautiful girl in a sundress.

Svetlana entered the wrong wing. While taking bigger steps she had no idea about the surroundings. Unknowingly, Alpha Zaro and his Luna were fighting over something in the alley. They had been walking back to their room after stargazing. It wasn’t possible for Lana to hear anything from afar. But for some reason after sniffing Zuhan’s wolven scent; she was able to have wolf senses. Weirdly and oddly. Something was stirring.

Zael says right outside the tent. Willow laughs but quickly stops when she see the frown on my face. “What?” she shrugs. “I think he’s funny.” “Come in, Zael.” Zael unzips the tent and comes inside, shaking the snow off. “Fuck, it’s cold.” Willow hands him a towel and sits next to me, shivering and shaking like one of Adare's toys. I pull her against me and put my arms around her. “You know you can’t handle the cold,” I say.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.

POV: Amira Cross The cold cut deeper than any blade. It chewed through the flesh on my feet, gnawed at the bones in my fingers, and sank into my lungs like a death sentence. Snow whispered around me like ghosts laughing, while blood—mine—streaked the white beneath me in crimson trails. I didn’t know how many days I had been walking rather did I know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Not until I collapsed or disappeared.