Winter Swan Novels & Stories

Swan: Alpha, if you want me to examine your Luna, I need to be able to touch her. Alexander: Sorry about that… I just found her. Swan: I understand, Alpha, don't worry. He felt her ribs, her arms, her legs, and then looked at her face, turning his head slightly. Swan: This little one is suffering from severe malnutrition. I see you've prepared a drink; that's good. Try to get her to drink it, and I'll give you some supplements to add to it. It may take a few days before she's strong enough to regain consciousness… this poor little thing must have been able to hold on only because of fear, and when she felt safe, she gave up. So, try to get her to take the medicine. When she wakes up, wait a

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Against the backdrop of the firs, she was as delicate and pristine, as deceptive and contradictory in this fugue as a swan’s feather. “What can she want?” Dianna whispered as we parted with our sleeping bags and rose to our feet. “Barry—oh heilige Scheisse.” As though her purpose had been fulfilled with our roused attention, the girl’s watch was finished. She was now walking toward us, the wind snatching at her hair, the scraps of clothing she wore, turning them to spectral, billowing flames. We were rendered immobile as the child placed one bare foot over the other in the shin-deep snow, leaving shifting impressions of her passage behind her. As she neared the shelter she stopped momentaril

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

(Aurora's POV) The Winter Moon Festival was approaching, but my heart held no celebration. For months now, Alexander had been gone without a trace. But today, the snow had finally lifted, and sunlight gleamed across the territory roads. My black SUV raced toward the borderlands of our territory. Snow-laden mountains and pine branches flashed pure white on either side. I pressed my face against the window, watching the landscape blur. Most of Silverstream Lake was frozen, the surface glittering like diamonds in the sunlight. But in places kissed by the sun's rays, golden ripples danced along the banks, breaking through the icy cover.

One clawed hand raised, black blade glinting, aimed for my throat. I twisted. Too slow. The blade descended. Then it stopped. Suspended in mid-air. The hybrid froze, body rigid, claws inches from my fur. I looked up. Winter. She stood twenty feet away, hair whipping in a wind that didn’t exist, hands raised, eyes glowing like twin storms, silver lightning crackling inside them. Frost spread from her feet in jagged patterns across the grass. The air around her shimmered, cold, sharp, alive. She chanted, low, ancient words I didn’t understand. Her voice echoed, layered, like a hundred women speaking at once.

And somehow, that tiny fissure was more dangerous, more terrifying, and more hope filled than the solid, impenetrable glacier had ever been. “Spirits of the mountain,” Jax breathed, finally moving. He walked over to the crashed sconce, nudging it with his boot as if to confirm it was real. “I think I need a drink. A very, very large drink.” He looked at Winter, his expression a mixture of awe and terror. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” Winter shook her head, still trembling. “I ...I don’t know. I just.. I saw it falling.”

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.