Winter Soldier Zola Novels & Stories

One of the doctors apologized to us, "We’re very sorry. He suffers from a severe mental illness. He escaped from the hospital this morning. We’ll take him back immediately." As they led him away, he kept looking at me with lingering attachment, though his gaze now held a vacant, unfocused quality. Later, with Rowan’s help, Aurelion Dynamics continued to grow stronger. Two years later, our first child was born. He was a handsome baby boy named Caelum Mercer. One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights."

Marissa was about to flare up, but I pointed at Kyle's neck and said coldly, "Marissa Langley, what right did you have to give Nora's protection pendant to someone else?" Marissa's expression changed, and the words stuck in her throat. That pendant had been made from a family heirloom of mine. My daughter had worn it since birth, for fifteen full years. "It's just an object," Marissa said coldly. "Kyle kept catching little colds around that time, so I gave it to him for protection. "Owen Duncan, why do you always have to fixate on these tiny things?" I slowly lowered my hand. Little colds. Tiny things.

Myra reminded while he shrugged and walked away. "Is Zeeshant ready?" She asked. "He's in the shower." Myra replied as she nodded. "We'll wait downstairs- get ready and come and beta you packed warm clothes right?" She asked as Myra nodded. "Don't forget to take yours especially- he doesn't get affected by winters easily but make sure you take care of yourself." She said as Myra nodded with smile while she walked away to ask Nishant about the same. Myra closed the door and entered the bedroom and still saw no sight of her husband making her huff.

After eating a sandwich, I made my way to the tree line, where I removed my clothes and shifted. Zola ran for miles, loving the warm feeling of the sun on her fur. She caught a rabbit and ate it, making her feel so much better. My poor wolf has been through so much this year. I just want to make her happy. But that is difficult when you’re a wolf shifter in hiding. As the sun began to disappear. I told Zola that we should head back, as Ellie would be here soon. Enthusiastically, Zola sprinted through the woods. With the wind in her fur, I could feel Zola’s mood improving. She zigged and zagged, warming up for her evening run with Kiki. But then she froze when she smelled blood in the air.

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

Zara’s POV The first frost of the season dusts the forest floor, glittering like shattered diamonds under the pale morning sun. Winter has always been a time of quiet—of huddling close for warmth, of stories whispered by firelight. But this year, the cold feels different. It’s not just the chill in the air; it’s the weight of what we’ve survived, the ghosts of what we’ve lost.

Snow covered the evergreen trees outside like sugar on pastries, the skies were a pale blur of lavender and silver. Zane sat by the window in the upstairs library, a thick wool throwover slung around his shoulders. The fire crackled behind him, but he didn’t move closer. He watched the snow with distant eyes, a cup of untouched black coffee cooling in his hands. The silence in the lodge today wasn’t comforting. Wasn't soothing. It was deliberate. Suspended. Like the screeching calm after an explosion. Katherina hadn’t been seen since that explosive night two days ago.

Now I was standing here miserable as ever, in tears. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting the smell of fresh winter air relax me. At this point I could no longer tell if the wetness on my cheeks were from the snowflakes, my tears, or both. My body was starting to go numb from the cold but I didn't mind. "Eliza," I slowly blinked my eyes open when I heard the soft voice break the silence that was going throughout the cold and dark but peaceful night. "Are you trying to get pneumonia?" Dallas said in a joking manner but his voice sounding concerned. I didn't say a word as he walked over to me, took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders.