Wof Winter X Qibli Novels & Stories

My vision tunneled until there was only a single point of violet light in the darkness. In that white-out, I saw a vision. It wasn't my mother or Isadora. It was a wolf—massive, skeletal, and made of nothing but shadow and starlight. It stood on the other side of the frozen lake, watching me with eyes that were blacker than the abyss. “You seek the Void,” the wolf’s voice echoed, cold as the vacuum of space. “But you still carry the warmth of the King. You cannot be the Winter if you still fear the Dark.”

My chest throbbed with anticipation. I had spent weeks imagining this moment. I had pictured the first spark of wolffire in my veins, the first scent of my mate tracing me across the clearing, the thrill of knowing that at last I would belong. My stomach fluttered like a caged bird, part excitement, part anxiety, as I adjusted the ceremonial white robe draped over my shoulders. The elders’ robes shimmered with silver, their embroidered moonstones catching the pale light, reflecting back the importance of the night. Around me, the pack murmured, arranging themselves in a wide circle.

With her mind turning over every possibility, Alina was glad that watching the warriors meant she wasn't supposed to provide conversation as well. The warriors moved in one fluid unit without speaking. As the sun beat down upon their sweat-covered backs, they grappled, testing their limits and pushing the others to do the same. The hits were hard but filled with controlled aggression, and sometimes blood flowed, but not once did the warriors acknowledge the pain or stop if they got injured, and Alina now knew why Cyrus emerged as the victor in the fights back at the palace. These were elite wolves. A flash in the light captured Alina's attention, and when she turned her head slightly, she sa

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

It is left for you to believe what you hear because I can never force you to believe what you do not want to believe. "I will tell you about Marixona, the birthplace of winter"

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

The morning air felt heavy against her lungs, frost hung from each leaf and stem of grass as the first signs of winter began to show. She was once again at her lookout spot, high in the hills with the perfect view of each part of the territory. She could see everything. One of the advantages of being a daughter of an Alpha brought particular gifts to her genome. She could read thermal signatures with her eyes by summoning her beast forward. Through rust coloured eyes she could see her pack mates in and around the pack clearing, the wolves on patrol, she could even see lesser animals, prey, as they wandered through the woods.

He was much better at the logistical stuff. "Goddess, isn't she amazing?" he mindlinked me as soon as I was in his field of vision, pointing his snout toward the battlefield. And then I saw what he meant. A petite but fierce white wolf was holding her own, taking down enemies twice her size. It was quite a sight to see. As bad of a reputation as his mate had, she was fucking badass. He then turned to me and clearly must have just noticed there was someone on my back. "Is that Alpha Blake?"