Winter Swan Novels & Stories

Moreover, Winter can not watch his friends to die in his present, when he knows that he can't give a help. So he just turn his back on them and finally run after the others with tears all over his eyes. And then Switzer and Stella was placed in a view as they keep hugging themselves tightly. With their eyes shut tightly and tears was running down from their eyes. Stella's heart become so heavy, as she thought that she has lost her child. She started mumbling to herself with tears all over her face.

All I can think about is a hot shower and a massage—I certainly need one—but I trust Andrey to surprise me with that too. He takes me to a bridge and instructs me to wait. As he disappears from view, I sigh softly and turn my attention to the waves below. There are swans gliding gracefully on the water, their pristine white feathers reflecting the fading light. They seem to exude a sense of pride in their appearance, and I can't help but admire them.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.

Onan was cackling my head as well. “I mean it!” “I just can imagine a little Winter, running around with flaming red fur. A demon wolf, come to nibble at your heels and chew all your furniture.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she pouted. “I was being serious.” “Winter, you are nothing of the sort.” I reached out and brushed her cheek. “You were born Goddess-blessed. That I truly believe. A wolf, born on Yule, under the Moon Goddess’ watchful gaze. I absolutely have no problem believing that you are powerful.”

Me and Catherine… I didn’t like the way that sounded. “I would like that very much,” I replied, swallowing back my bad feelings. “We don’t experience Withergreen in Eswen.” She looked surprised. “I suppose we are too far south, or too close to the sea. We have two seasons, really – Sunswell, and what I suppose you would call the Frostwane. So your two choices are “hot” or “less hot”.” “No offense, Grayson, but that sounds awful,” she laughed. “You’ve never told me that before.”

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

... The car drove through the night, stopping at a secluded dock by dawn. I stared at the cargo ship's silhouette against the horizon and exhaled deeply. Wallace handed me a black suitcase with new identity papers and cash. "This ship will take you to Singapore, and then you'll fly to Switzerland," he said. "Your mother left a trust fund there, and her loyal staff manage her businesses. They'll meet you. She told me to keep this safe, in case the Winters ever failed you."

EMMA I got to the Swiss estate before Adrian which was perfect for me. I grabbed my bags before the driver could help and headed straight inside where a woman in her fifties was waiting. "Ms. Ashford, welcome. I'm Helen, the estate manager," she said with a smile. "Let me show you to your room." "The master suite," I said, following her up the grand staircase because if Adrian thought he was going to waltz in here and take the best room he had another thing coming.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

One look in his stormy grey eyes at such closeness always had this effect on me. I couldn’t keep the contact and looked away. Neither of us stepped away from each other. “It is so beautiful here. Like a winter wonderland.” I whispered. The moment felt too delicate. “It is even better in the Summer. I’ll show you when the lake unfreezes.” He offered. “I’d love that.” I smiled up at him. “The water is so clear, you can see the lake bed. It is a lot deeper than it looks. That’s when the swans migrate here from the Northern winter.” He told softly as if reminiscing a memory.