Winter Wof Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 109: The winter had settled into the bones of the village, a deep and unrelenting chill that no fire seemed to fully chase away. The days were short, the sun a pale ghost that barely cleared the treeline before sinking back into the horizon, and the nights stretched on, endless and dark, filled with the sound of wind howling through the cracks in the walls. The wolves moved slowly, their bodies conserving energy, their voices muted, the laughter of the children replaced by the quiet hum of survival.

My heart began to race. This wasn't decoration. There was too much of it. I moved to the wall. At first I understood almost nothing. A circle intersected by three lines. A shape that looked almost like a crescent but wasn't. A wolf—or something that might once have meant wolf. I stepped farther in. More symbols. Then— I stopped. That one I knew. Winter. I moved the torch closer. The carving was different from the symbol I'd learned in Mira's book. Older. Less precise.

Earth winter was evil. Not dramatic, majestic, High Realm winter with glittering frost and dignified storms. No. Earth winter attacked the bones. It crawled into the joints. It seeped into the spine. It gnawed at the edges of the soul like a cold, petty gremlin. I marched into the pack kitchen shivering so hard my teeth clicked. Several wolves glanced up from their cooking, eyes widening as I wrapped myself tighter in my white coat. “This realm,” I announced loudly, “is trying to freeze me alive.”

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.

One of the doctors apologized to us, "We’re very sorry. He suffers from a severe mental illness. He escaped from the hospital this morning. We’ll take him back immediately." As they led him away, he kept looking at me with lingering attachment, though his gaze now held a vacant, unfocused quality. Later, with Rowan’s help, Aurelion Dynamics continued to grow stronger. Two years later, our first child was born. He was a handsome baby boy named Caelum Mercer. One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights."

Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir. I was too weak to be Kai’s Luna and unworthy of being Chloe’s twin. I understood everything that was happening. I just didn’t want to admit that my family had forsaken me because of my wolf — or rather, the absence of it. Maybe if I had a wolf, we would have still been the perfect and genuinely happy family. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone’s hands on my back. I turned around and saw Ivy, giving me a comforting hug. “Everything will be okay very soon. Your wolf will be awakened and you’ll understand that it was worth the wait.”

I stood in shock as wolf against wolf battled on the lawn. A small coppery-colored wolf, reminding me of Gunnar, was being overtaken by two others. They weren’t fighting fair. The injustice and my love for Gunnar sent me flying down the wooden staircase. Ghost, in his giant black form, was defending the bottom steps from an equally large grey wolf trying to come up. The front door was splintered, and each time a wolf came through, he was challenged. Magnus was as large and dark as Ghost, but he had a white stripe on his chest. He pounced on another gray wolf as soon as it entered the house. Diesel, with his brown wolf, was already on the porch, engaged in a fight. I looked past the front por

Axil smiled gently, "of course you were. I was reading a book on your human history. I'm trying to get up to date with all the events that have happened thus far, I'm sorry if I'm not of much help to you." "It's alright. I perfectly understand, that's a great idea. It saves us the trouble of explaining everything." I glanced back at the book I just gave up on, "I'm going to look for another book." Axil pushed his book aside and leaned into the table, crossing his arms on the surface, "before you do that... I've been curious." I looked back at him curiously. What was it that he wanted to ask now? "How much do you know about werewolves?"

This unexpected action made her jump a little, and when she caught me in the act and turned around, she teasingly called me a "Bad wolf.My warrior warned us of more rouges approaching, thus we shortened our stay. Despite Winter's instructions to stand behind her, a bad feeling made me reluctant to obey. I instantly command my warriors to heed their Queen. They nodded in agreement and stood behind us as we exited, only to be faced with an army of rogues. A rogue stepped forward, leading my mate to attempt reasoning with them by offering to spare their lives in exchange for letting us depart. Refusing to back down, the rouge demanded war, his desire fueled by revenge for his fallen soldiers.

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.