Winter Soldier Zola Novels & Stories

Morwen taught the history, Seren told the stories, Iriel and Kaelen taught the anchor ability. A new student arrived in the depths of winter. She was young, perhaps twelve, with pale hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the winter sky. Her name was Winter, and she had traveled from the far north, where the gold flowers grew in the ice. "The watcher called me," Winter said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was work for me here." Morwen studied her. There was something familiar about Winter—not in her face, but in the quality of her attention. The same intensity Morwen had seen in Clara, in Seren, in all the witnesses who had come to the garden afraid and stayed anyway.

With that, she took in a deep breath before closing her eyes to sleep… With that, silence ensued for the longest time… It was sometime in the night when Zivon—who was patting the frost off his pants—realized that his legs were freezing. Even when he attempted to move them, he quickly found out that they had gone numb, most probably because he hadn’t moved in a while…

One of our villa districts had already been transformed into a steel fortress, strong enough to keep even zombies out. Remembering the extreme cold from my previous life, I felt a chill deep in my bones. I added a few more instructions. I told them to move all the supplies underground, stock up on heating equipment, and make sure the place could stay warm continuously for 50 years. In my previous life, we died early, at the hands of the Bakers. I never found out how long the freeze would last. However, my family had power and resources. Upgrading a place like that was nothing for them.

We'll make sure of it! Lydia hurried to agree, cold sweat already soaking the back of her shirt. At that moment, I was sitting at the dining table, slowly drinking the soup the housekeeper had made. The soup was rich and fresh. I drank two bowls in a row, and as my stomach warmed, my mood eased too. Just then, the phone I had tossed on the sofa buzzed. I picked it up and saw Lydia had used another colleague's phone to message me. "Connor, do you think blocking me solves anything?"

Elara walked out of the building into the gray light of the valley. The storm from the north had had arrived, the first heavy flakes of winter snow were falling down through the trees like ashes from a fire. The timber wolf was still standing on the ridge above the road, his eyes watching her. His eyes were a pretty gold color. The wolf and the woman were just standing there looking at each other. They were standing in the middle of an empty space with forty yards of cold hard stone between them. The woman did not call out to the timber wolf. She did not get her fire ready. The timber wolf did not call out either. The winter was going to be a long one. The timber wolf and the woman were two

Over the next week, the daytime temperature continued climbing to terrifying levels, eventually reaching nearly 140 degrees Fahrenheit at its hottest. But once night fell, the temperature would plummet to almost negative sixty. The difference between day and night was so extreme it felt insane. Even though it was technically still summer, every night I could see thick layers of snow piling up outside, only for it to rapidly evaporate beneath the scorching heat the next morning. Sharon hadn’t come looking for trouble in quite some time now. During the day, zombies crossing the asphalt roads were literally being burned so badly their flesh peeled off onto the pavement.

The Lombartti family will cease to exist in this world. Thomas and I were at this bar on the east side of town, and I was looking at this beautiful woman. Good Lord, she was beautiful. She had waist-length curly kinky hair, caramel skin, legs that went for days, and a face that I knew if she smiled, it would light the whole room. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and started to press my drink into Thomas’ chest. “ Sir? Sir? Where are you-” His voice faded as I walked further and further away from him. I walked up to the chair and I could smell her. She smelled like Shea Butter and ocean waters, like she had bathed in a candle and lotioned up with Shea Butter.

“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. “I can help you bring her back by force,” the assistant said, lowering his gaze. “You could lock her away if you wanted, but she would never forgive your betrayal.” Nick shook his head. “I want her to come back willingly.” The assistant was stunned. Then he offered a single piece of advice. “If that’s what you want, you’ll have to win her heart again. Make her fall in love with you one more time.” Nick’s expression shifted. For the first time in days, there was life in his eyes. He immediately signed his discharge papers and bought th

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

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!"