Winter Spirit Novels & Stories

I got up, got him the medication he needed, and then called out to Miranda, "I'm going out for a bit. Don't wait for me tonight." The snow outside fell gently. Greyson and I walked along the road, the cold air calming us both. "Nicola, you—" "Greyson, I came out with you because I don't want anyone to know we know each other. We're not friends who can catch up with each other," I interrupted him. "I just want to know if you're doing okay." His voice was hoarse, as if he had suffered a great injustice. I felt utterly disgusted. "I'm doing perfectly well without you! If you keep bothering me, I'll move to a place where you'll never find me again."

"A ball? As in... dancing? With people? And shoes?" "The Winter Ball is the cornerstone of Ridge tradition," Fenris explained, looking remarkably untroubled as he sipped his tea. He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of jam from the tip of Elara’s nose. "It’s when we celebrate the first hard frost. Every member of the pack attends in their finest human attire. We eat, we drink, and we prove that we can stand upright for more than four hours without scratching our ears."

A wedding December, the season that gave Blue-Mist its name. Winter was very much underway and instead of the common white fog you will see in every other place, there was blue mist. The mist appears like a flimsy barrier that you can only see but cannot touch. It pervaded the entire region where Blue-Mist pack is located. Thanks to having this mist instead of fogs, werewolves in this region get to move around freely more than in any other place. For werewolves, Winter is a season filled with social activities and leisure.

Moon sighed in frustration. "Winter chose to use the Blood Spell to keep Anatashi's wolf spirit in a permanent human state, it killed your father to have to see her go through phasing, which never came easy to her. He studied all the books in his library until he came across what he was looking for. A book that pointed him in the direction of obtaining what he needed to do complete the spell." Moon paused clearing his throat before getting into it. "Winter turned Anatashi?" Tristan said out loud, thinking so hard, and was so lost that his brain hurt.

**Finding Light in the Dark** Winter had settled fully over Seabreeze, wrapping the town in a thick blanket of snow. The cold wind whipped through the streets, causing even the hardiest of townsfolk to huddle indoors, seeking warmth by their fires. The once bustling streets of the town were now quiet, as people waited for the season to pass.

The winter months brought a different kind of activity to the kingdom. The snow fell softly over the capital, blanketing the city in a quiet, white stillness that seemed to muffle the sounds of the world. The palace was warm and inviting, its halls filled with the scent of woodsmoke and winter herbs that curled through the corridors like gentle spirits. The fires crackled in every hearth, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stones, and the windows were frosted with delicate patterns of ice that sparkled in the pale winter light.

GRAYSON A SMALL GIFT Winter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.

Seeing how there was nothing else I could do, not even dab on lipstick or mascara, I moved swiftly to the door and opened it. “Hi,” Winter said, standing as if he were nervous. He wore a blue suit which highlighted his sapphire eyes and white hair. He looked like a modern-day Viking with a haircut and always clean-shaven, while Husk acted like a damn Berserker whenever someone ticked him off. “Come in,” I stepped aside and waved an arm out. “After all, it’s your suite.” “Yes, and we want you to feel comfortable.” He entered and left the door open behind him. “You don’t have to lock yourself in here. That wasn’t the plan.”

"That thing is the foundation of the Spirale Clan. Anyone who touches it becomes their mortal enemy! Winter…" "Enough." Winter waved her hand. "Leave me alone to think." "Alright, then. But think fast. Gideon might not be around for long."

I look up and see a slightly familiar woman standing in the snow, staring at me. She ducks her head and hurries into the storm, her body disappearing against the heavy snow. I don’t go back to the castle right away. I wander, letting my mind go blank. A group of kids in heavy snowsuits pass me on a makeshift sled made of cardboard, their father, or perhaps an older brother of shifting age, in his wolf form pulling the sled as fast as he can to the delight of the little boys screaming in glee. Every shop is lit up with Solstice lights that glimmer like gems against the wintery backdrop. I can’t remember the last time it snowed like this in Veiled Valley. It’s normally so warm, eternally tropi