Winter Swan Novels & Stories

Have you seen that Silas is here” Theo says ” No not yet and let's keep it that way.” I am in no mood to talk to him tonight When people found out I am Bella Winter from the Winter. co everyone wanted to talk to me. I knew it would come to this but Danny is right. Better get this socialization over with and then everyone will know who I am. Preoccupied talking to some men from a company I hardly know of who want a meeting with me a man and a woman Walk over to me, and those two I am quite familiar with!

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

Perfect. The owl strained her ears and ducked her head forward as the slender figure emerged down the steep hill, coming through the wood. The bird let out a shrilling squawk. Cassandra was on her way back home. She had just returned from the grocery store. She and her foster family had come to see the Magic Ice of Siberia, which was an annual international festival of snow and ice sculpture.

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

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.

Erika had met jackson, future alpha of the Springcrest pack during the Fesitval of Snow in Svellfold. Svellfold is a stunningly beautiful country in the in the northern reaches of the world. In the summer, the landscape is lush and green. Crystal clear water is bountiful in the form of streams, waterfalls and lakes. The land holds a magical quality and is revered by the natives, leaving it mainly unscathed by mankind.

After I was done with her, I was making my way back to my apartment when my wolf nudged me. ‘Can we please go out for a run? I feel like I've been trapped forever!’ That's my wolf, Snow. Honestly I feel bad for her. But it's not really my fault I have to roam around disguised as a human. We know what can happen if we slip up. It is very easy for my wolf to cover up her scent though, one of the perks of being a White Wolf. After thinking about it, I decided to let her out for a few hours.

The tension in the room dissolved instantly, as if the explosive confrontation moments ago had been nothing more than a brief interruption. Only I, floating in mid-air, felt a bone-chilling cold as I watched the moving red dot. That wasn't me climbing, but rather a wolf. Before I lost consciousness, I heard the howl of a wolf. The sound was very close, just behind the rocks. The hungry wolf must've been dragging my corpse across the snow, leaving a long trail of blood. It had clamped its jaws around my leg, pulling me back to its den as its Christmas feast. Every flicker of that red dot was another jolt to my broken body.

The man continued talking and Trainee 031 wasn't sure if she should scold herself for not being interested in what they were telling her. "another classification we call are swans. Swans do not have aurum abilities as they live normal lives, also known as natural people. It's a bit hard to tell an 'aurum' from a 'swan' as their physical features are absolutely indistinguishable but do know that swans cannot see 2nd generation hollows which," he pauses, "You were a few weeks ago." Trainee 031 twists her head at the statement, confusion spreading out as she tries to puzzle together the things they were telling her.

So instead, Nueva and her bestial wolf were trapped and locked away from their earthly world, running tirelessly to escape the imposing peril. Eira cut over the fields into the quiet woodland, darting between the weighty branches bowing down to the white land. The fresh, clean air was loaded with the unmistakable scent of snow. Dirty clouds floated over the sky with the promise of an impending refill of crystal stars. Suddenly the faint whispers returned. "Make fire with ice." The woman's voice sang beautifully with the winnowing breeze. "I don't understand?" Nueva groused, confused. But the voice only repeated the exact words.