Winter Woods Novels & Stories

Weirdo. ### Everyone has a routine. You know, you wake up, brush your teeth, bathe, change, go to school then you'll go to a club or something. I have a routine too. But it's so much different than what you think. My routine is to meet Brayden every night in the same staircase. My parents doesn't even know about this. I just sneak out through my room window. Right now, they think I'm sleeping and it honestly makes me feel bad that I have to lie to them.

His head turned to his shoulders, and snow began to fall. “This is Velidia, the Winter Region of Noyuh.” Winzi smiled proudly. “Wow!” he gasped. He surveyed the surroundings, and everything was covered in ice. Some trees were frozen, and others bathed in snow. A bluish plant spread out around, and their luminous violet flowers gave a bewitching vibe. “This is magical!” he exclaimed. A particular tree caught his attention, it bears a circular red fruit similar to a cherry, and the branches shielded by snow.

Grey said, walking ahead. "Where are you going?" Winter said, staring at Grey walking from the opposite side of the forest. "We need to walk through the forest." he said and walked away. After minutes of walking, Winter suddenly stopped in front of a huge tree. The tree looks like it was a hundred years old, but the leaves are so beautiful, more than the younger ones you could see in the forest. It must be a couple of meters tall. Winter put his hands together, while he whispers something to himself. We were just watching him, doing sorts of things with his hands and fingers.

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying secrets older than the town itself. Together, Elias and Maris began to unravel the tangled legacy of WildWood — a legacy that would challenge everything they thought they knew about their families, their town, and the ancient darkness waiting just beneath the surface. ———— Elias pulled up a creaking chair and motioned for Maris to sit across from him. The fading light through the dusty window cast long shadows across the worn journal, their faces half-lit and half-hidden by the gathering dusk.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

It wasn’t just snowing—it was snowing, as if the sky itself had decided to bury the land under layers of thick, unrelenting white. We drove away from the airport, the tires crunching through the snow, heading deeper into the wilds of Alaska. As we moved farther from the town, I noticed how the landscape grew even more desolate. The trees were sparse, leafless and skeletal, their branches clawing at the sky. The forest was thick, but there was a barrenness to it that made me feel small and insignificant. The wilderness here didn’t welcome you—it seemed to watch you, cold and indifferent, as though waiting for you to leave.

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.

I blamed Derek's influence. The house was everything the listing had suggested and more. Stone exterior, wide windows, the kind of light that came in at multiple angles and made the interior feel like it was in conversation with the outside rather than separate from it. The garden had indeed gone to wilderness, beautiful wilderness, the kind that happened when something was left to its own devices long enough to develop opinions. Overgrown hedges. A stone path half-covered in moss. An apple tree at the far end that had clearly been there longer than any of the other things and considered itself the elder statesman of the situation.

Winter arrived in the Snow Fork Mountains with gentle snowfall and strong northern winds. Wayfinder moved camp further from the mountain and deeper into the forest, under the cover of trees. The mountains were dangerous this time of year, with avalanches and occasional flash floods that could decimate a camp like ours.