Winter Spirit Novels & Stories

I start on the whiskey first. I plan to drive straight through and make it home by nightfall. The earth turns closer towards summer, making the days longer, and the nights shorter. For most wolves, winter is our favorite season because we get to spend the most time with the moon. While spring signifies new life to humans, for our kind, winter is the breath of fresh air that rejuvenates us. To be born at night and winter, is considered a double blessing from the moon.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

After breakfast, he said he was taking me out. The moment I got into the car, a sharp scent hit me, and I couldn’t help sneezing. I noticed a lily-scented air freshener clipped to the vent. Since I was allergic to lilies, I reached out instinctively to throw it away. Ronan reacted instantly and grabbed my wrist. "Don’t touch that! Brynn put it there because she said my car stinks. If she notices it’s gone next time, she’ll never let me hear the end of it."

Or at least the good parts, anyway. The stolen memories sat heavy in her head while she again braved the winter weather. She had to step lively to keep the drifts from swallowing her feet as she pulled her coat more tightly around her body, the wind whipping ice and flakes inside her collar. Cold and tired by the time she arrived home, she set to work on a fresh cup of coffee to heat her belly. Taking a seat on her couch, cup in hand, she focused her eyes on a large, white curtain she’d draped over the television in her living room specifically for the occasion.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

He smiled at me. His eyes are pure and sparkling, like the image of a river that flows continuously after the hard ice is melted during spring. The leaves start to regrow themselves after the cold winter, the green lush is back, and animals are coming out of their hibernating period to play and roam the forest. Staring at this guy makes me want to wonder; is having winter season helpful? Winter freezes everyone and anyone cold. If you don’t have warm packets and thick clothing, you will die.

Titania It's been two months since Uncle Patrick was attacked. I can finally say those words and think about that event without it scaring me, without breaking down in fright and tears. Winter arrived two days earlier, and every surface is covered with soft, snowflakes — rooftops, car roofs, the road — everywhere. Winter is my favorite season, a huge reason is that it coincides with Christmas. The air is different, wholesome, sugary, and filled with festive gaiety and promise.

He always cherished her… Tonight was when festivities flew in the air. Winter was approaching…had approached in fact. Though the resources weren’t enough, but the moment the merchants managed to return with heaps of meat and skins from the standing city a few miles away, the village had managed to throw together the festival to invite good spirits and keep their villages warm. A nonsense tradition! They just needed an excuse to add some color to this bland place and see other textures than the bleakness that ruled over. Seeing that old chief drinking the mead in his mug, she did admit that things had been different and in a good way since last year. Resting his wooden leg on a log nearby, he

Three months after the White Lady's departure Winter had settled over the territory, blanketing the forest in white. The pack house glowed with warm light, smoke curling from its chimneys. Inside, the wolves celebrated the solstice—a festival of lights, of family, of hope. Clara stood by the window, watching the snow fall. Alistair came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You've been quiet all evening," he said. "Just thinking." "About?"

she screeches. "Protecting you!" I roar back, my eyes scanning the wisps. The wisps are closing in, their cold breath sending shivers down my spine. I can feel their anger pulsing through the air like an electric current. We stand side by side, ready to take on the wisps. I can see the determination in Winter's eyes, the same kind of determination that made me fall in love with her in the first place. The wisps close in, their eerie whispers filling my head. I can feel their cold breath on my skin as I slash and cut at them with my claws. They're strong, much stronger than before, but I refuse to give in. I won't let them hurt Winter.