Winternight Stories Novels & Stories

—---------------------------------- [NIght time] The night soon fell as the darkness engulfed the whole darn kingdom like the eternal and ever growing dark venom. The snowflakes were still falling at the night time making the whole scenario straight out of some fairytale. Although the snow was gradually melting but the process was still taking some time. The people grew suspicious and mildly happy because the rumours were already circulating that the curse of eternal winter would end whenever the alpha found his mate.

THE LAUGH OF A WINTER FAIRY Rain , Storm and thunder filled the night sky In Winterfell kingdom as dark, big clouds form Around with immersed downpour of raindrops, Destroying build works and fairy cottages. During this time fairies try to work hard to fill up their stocks and ensure that their cottages are able to withstand the rain.

I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?” It's 2:00 AM again. I woke up at exactly 2:00 AM the previous night after having a nightmare about the old lady, and today I woke up at the exact time as yesterday after having a nightmare about the same old.

" Rome said with his drunk voice, but she did not listen to him. She's used to him now. It's been a year since they married, and this is how their scene has always been every night. Rome would come home at dawn, drunk, and she would take care of him, and then the next day, the two of them would act as if nothing had happened like their relationship was okay. One of their housemaids tried to help her, but she refused. She can take care of her husband very well. She managed to take Rome to his room on the house's second floor. Yes, they do not sleep in the same room. They have been married for a year but still do not sleep in the same room. Rome could not even look at her face.

Any thoughts or wants to follow a certain character and dive into them? Below is a small glimpse into book two, I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed creating this mini world. —— glimpse to book. Two - wildwood: Veins of the earth. After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, bo

The campfire had burned low, leaving behind only glowing embers and the soft chorus of crickets in the woods and smoke lingered in the cool night air, clinging to my body. I was fully drunk, fuzzy, and reckless in the way only cheap vodka and summer nights could make you feel. This was my second summer at Camp Pine Ridge, so i already knew how these late-night counselor parties usually went. Someone always flirted too hard, someone disappeared into the woods, and somebody made a decision they’d probably regret, and tonight I felt bold, carefree, and very horny.

Nightfall coincided with the unfolding of dozens upon dozens of bright dew-covered violet flowers. “These are night widows,” said Hayden softly. “They’re not noticeable during the daytime because their outer petals camouflage with the leaves of the trees where they bloom. The inner petals cannot be touched by the sunlight so the buds remain shut tightly until nightfall when it’s safe for them to blossom and unfold. The dew condenses inside of the flowers,” explained Hayden. “And the drops look like tears and they can only be seen at night. Night widows. I understand,” said Corinna, without taking her eyes off the flowers. “But what do these flowers have to do with anything?” She asked.

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.

I tried to sleep but nothing worked, not even counting sheep. I drifted off into a short slumber, but something kept rubbing my face. It wouldn't stop hovering around me. I pried my eyes open and so a tree branch poked into my room from the window. That was weird and I didn't need anything creepy, it was already one in the morning. I sat up and looked at the tree branch at my window, how did it get in here?. I tried to lift it off my bed but before touching it, it moved to a standing position. I shifted to the edge of the bed in horror, covering myself with my favorite duvet.

Pero nagulat ako nang pagkatok ko ay bahagya kong naitulak ang pinto. "Bukas ang unit ni Theros? Hindi kaya may magnanakaw sa loob?" bulong ko sa sarili bago ko unti-unting binuksan ang pinto. Bukas naman ang mga ilaw kaya nakahinga ako nang maluwag. Akala ko kasi ay kailangan ko pang kapain ang switch sa dilim.