Winternight Stories Novels & Stories

It was there since I arrived with my family, but always so far from me, almost as if he was the one avoiding me now to the point that it made me wonder if he recalled my glowing eyes and had figured out that I wasn’t Human like him. Nevertheless… “You don't want him either, Jason. Don’t think about it. Ignore that,” it was what I kept talking to myself, every single time when Ryan would move close by before walking away in the opposite direction. It was already close to midnight when I found an empty space away from the rest of the crowd, who were more than ready to celebrate the New Year. The view outside of the white snow and dark woods called for me, but it wasn’t the time yet, so with a

The night was a sanctuary where dreams took flight, where love knew no boundaries, and where the whispers of stories past and future echoed in the silent spaces between sleep and wakefulness. With a soft smile on her lips, Mama Hazel surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her heart filled with the echoes of tales untold, dreams yet to be dreamed, and the infinite beauty of a world where love and imagination reigned supreme. In the sanctuary of the night, she found peace, joy, and the gentle promise of a new day filled with the magic of storytelling and the enduring power of love.

They let me know they were still tracking me with a couple of yipping giggles, once or twice coming close to take a swipe at my exposed legs. A couple of well-placed hits with my duffle only seemed to piss them off more, and I picked up the pace, heart hammering away. The cold was nipping at my limbs, my breath fogging, as I took turn after turn, hoping to lose them. I was twelve blocks away from my apartment but only five from the Cruz household. I'd hate to drag them into this, but they were the very few individuals who had a warded door. Made of solid wild Hawthorn blessed with salted holy water complete with a mixed silver and iron handle made in the shape of a pentagram.

Just sat. And every night, he told Luna’s Heart one story he’d heard that year. A pup’s first choice. An elder’s last story. A warrior’s decision to rest instead of fight. On day 40, the stone warmed again. 1000 years after Nova. The forest was quieter. Not sad quiet. Gentle quiet. Like the moment after rain when everything smells clean. Wolves still bled. Still rested. Still chose both. But they did it slower. Softer. With more hands to hold.

“To the north, to be among the army of Pictdom that gathers beyond night. To the north even farther lies the end of the world.” “Yeah?” “Many more miles away is the northern sea that lies between here and the land of Thule, the great realm of ice and snow, home of my lover-man in ages past, Thule, the land that goes on, forever.” He heard the crash of branches and the howls of beastmen. Porcius stared into her eyes for a long time. *** August trudged through the tunnel, his mind on fire with all he’d seen down below. He couldn’t let himself get caught up in the terror that such things implied, though. August simply wanted to taste the open air again.

Cedric rubbed tiredly at his temple. “You two keep arguing like siblings.” Victoria looked immediately offended. “I already have siblings. I did not ask for another one.” Leo pointed toward her, “And yet, here you are.” “Unfortunately.” The colder air settled harder after that. The mountains changed at night. Everything felt larger somehow once darkness settled fully across the ridges, moonlight stretching softly over untouched snow while the trees stood dark against the mountainside. Wind moved quieter here than it had higher up, though every so often colder air swept through hard enough to remind everyone they were still very far from anything comfortable.

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in.

’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled. ‘Are you okay, Uncle?’ he raised his hand, motioned me to sit. ‘I am fine, it’s just that I forgot the book I was thinking of bringing.’ I looked at him confused. ‘Book?’ he nodded. ‘It is about white wolves. I don’t know how council found that book, but I had seen it once in the library, however, never opened it. I will send it to you after going back, just remind me okay.’ Although we don’t know what is written inside the book I still hope we can find any help from it and a little would be enough for us right now.’ Lilith excused herself, she had been busy with some work leaving me and uncle alone, I was grateful f

Maybe, just like that day, brighter days awaited her post-divorce. … Back at the villa, the hall was deserted. From upstairs, Colton's gentle voice floated down. "The Little Prince met a fox..." He was spinning tales for Janice's unborn child. Whitney's mind was a foggy mess as she dove under the covers, desperate for sleep. She had no idea how long she had been out when her throat scorched with dryness. "Water..." She croaked more than once, but the only response was the drone of a story being told in the room next door.

“Didn’t your parents lecture you never to wander alone into the dark human?” Looking around as if noticing for the first time that it was dark, she tried to say something but I held her eyes and impelled her. "You will forget everything that happened this night and you will run home like a good little girl” She nodded her head in understanding and I picked up a sniff of rone. Turning, I returned to my previous location and as predicted, I met it unoccupied with little trails of blood. 2005 I should be afraid of darkness but am not. I find solace in it, and it’s like my safe coven.