Winter Swan Novels & Stories

Lisa Jones had never expected how badly her long-distance relationship would go, when James Sachs loved her more than anyone else. As the chief of a hospital, he was a very busy man, but he had flown abroad countless times and clocking over 10,000 hours in travel for her. They could only meet briefly each time. She still remembered in that early winter, he had held her in the snow, saying that he found it all worth it. She received numerous gifts from him, ranging from thousand-word love letters to million-dollar necklaces bought from auctions. If it were just to make her smile, he would pluck the stars from the sky. That love that seeped into their very essence hadn't changed for thre

"It happens every year. The swans fly south for the winter, and then back north for the spring. And every year, we lose some. To wild animals. To werewolves. To humans. Some don't find their way. They get lost, or they get killed, or they just... disappear." "That's horrible," she breathes. "It is," I agree. "That's the life of a swan, Aaronne. It's fragile. Precious. One wrong move, and it's over. That's why I can't just... let you in. Because if I let you in, and something happens to you, I don't know if I could bear it." She steps closer. Her hand reaches out, touching my arm. The contact is warm, electric. I feel it all the way down to my bones.

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

It was even harder when Abigail's wolf ran with them. The three white wolves burst through the tree line, and the lake came into view. Everyone dropped their bags and took off running for the lake. As they ran toward the dock, Aiden nipped at Abigail's tail, causing her to turn and try to get him. Winter ran circles around Abigail, and she growled at her brother before giving up and running for a tree to shift. Winter ran down the dock and leaped off the end before splashing into the water. When his head popped up, he saw Abigail and Zendaya running down the dock in their swimsuits. Each had a fist full of swim shorts in their hands.

Her eyes latched on the icy peaks of snow-capped mountains that stood tall and proud in a distance. On one of those lived the notorious witch. The gusts of cold wind started to nip at their bone as they drew near the mountain. Azriel and Dustin were not as affected by the chilly wind as Sienna was. They had their wolf blood running in their veins. Azriel thought it would be better to shift in their wolf form for easy navigation. He looked over at Sienna who had now started to shiver with cold. Her arms were wrapped around her in an attempt to detain the heat.

she hummed, pulling the ribbon out of her hair, walking past the small group. Edwin rolled his shoulders taking in the usual sight before him, glancing over at Abigail as she spoke, "they're never the same worlds but they all look the same, trees, rivers mountain tops-” "And that's because the winter cycle isn't yet in,” Ena chuckled, her hands folded across her chest, “soon it will be snow, snow, and more snow," she huffed, taking a stand in the middle, "let's not waste any more time. Edwin!” she called out.

I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange. “The Winter Wolves are the closest thing we have to royalty. They don’t sit on thrones or wear crowns but their bloodline can be traced back to when shifters first settled in America. The stories say they came from cold climates which is why their wolves are always snow white and why they settled in Alaska, apparently, if a Winter Wolf leaves the Pack and they don’t meet their fated mate, they are drawn back to Alaska like some kind of magical pull.” Flora flattens out her skirt while speaking so she completely misses the way I drop

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, pulled out the notebook, flipped to the last page, glanced at it, closed it, replaced it, and went downstairs. Outside the window, the Snowfeather spread its wings and flew north. It came back every spring, flew away every spring. But this year was different. This year, there was an extra person on the windowsill. Silvery-white hair, pale gold palm, a one-millimeter curve to his lips. The bird didn't know this person. But it recognized the light in his palm. That light was the exact same color as the ice crystals refracting sunlight over the Northern Ice Plains. It had seen it on the ice every spring, always thinking it was the sunrise.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."