Wof Winter X Qibli นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I mind-linked with Winter. Winter had a black wolf with a warrior mark over his head. A crescent moon pierced by a sharp spear. The warrior wolves were born with those marks. His eyes radiated fury. Baine saw death. Winter resisted his urge to kill. “Winter, you want a feast?” Moon enquired Winter’s wolf. He preferred to be called Winter too. They had the same names. The wolf Winter nodded. “I prefer to have it cooled, alpha.” Wolf Winter expressed his mind. Moon smiled. I smiled.

Morwen taught the history, Seren told the stories, Iriel and Kaelen taught the anchor ability. A new student arrived in the depths of winter. She was young, perhaps twelve, with pale hair and grey eyes that seemed to hold the winter sky. Her name was Winter, and she had traveled from the far north, where the gold flowers grew in the ice. "The watcher called me," Winter said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was work for me here." Morwen studied her. There was something familiar about Winter—not in her face, but in the quality of her attention. The same intensity Morwen had seen in Clara, in Seren, in all the witnesses who had come to the garden afraid and stayed anyway.

Bright. Warm. Beautiful. And for the second time that day— Froz knew he had lost the argument before it even began. Far beyond White Fang Territory… A lone figure stood inside a dark forest. Watching. Waiting. Listening. A hood concealed his face. But not his smile. A cruel smile. A dangerous smile. One hand held an old parchment. A sketch. A young woman. Bright eyes. Golden hair. Summit Angel Warm. The figure slowly folded the parchment. Then whispered into the darkness:

ALPHUS' POV I was scouting the borders of the Cerulean Moon Pack when I smelt her, my mate. I followed her unique scent to the side of the road. I saw her jump into a silver Mercedes. She was with one of them, a wolf from the Cerulean Moon Pack. Like a beanstalk, my anger grew wild and rapidly. My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey.

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

Every spark, every flare of light, every pulse of energy screamed that they were a force no one could break. But then—a terrible crack, louder than stone breaking. The chamber floor split beneath Kade’s feet. The ground trembled violently, sending him stumbling toward Lyra and Rylan. A shadow exploded from the fissure, black as a void, and the intruder leapt from the floor, dagger raised high. Rylan growled, lifting Lyra instinctively, shifting fully, fur bristling, gold eyes blazing. Lyra’s chest flared with white-gold energy, the bond screaming like a living thing. But even as they braced, the shadow coalesced—tall, immense, pulsing with dark power. The Winter Wraith had arrived.

“The Luna you rejected is alive.” Kael did not look up from the war table. “Choose your next words carefully,” he said flatly. The messenger swallowed hard but held his ground. “That is what the traders are saying, Alpha. They claim a she-wolf is rising in Frostveil. Wolves bow to her.” Kael dragged a finger slowly across the map, marking patrol routes that had already failed twice this month. “Stories grow in winter,” he replied. “Cold makes weak minds imaginative.”

I couldn’t risk staying away from Nytheris much longer with Alaric around, so we left the inn that morning. We traveled in our wolf forms and this is the first time I saw Winter’s beast. I had expected something delicate like her human but turns out I was wrong, her wolf was bigger than the other female pack wolves I've seen. She has unique silver-gray fur and pale icy blue eyes mirroring the winter sky she was named for. She ran behind my wolf, Magnus, with ease. 'Strong,' I thought. A swell of pride rises unexpectedly in my chest. I remembered Winter had the blood of an Alpha from her father’s, though the past year had robbed her of the chance to sharpen her strength. But I was sure with t

Ethan said. She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list." "Of course she did," I said. "Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree." "Smart," Ethan said. "It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes." Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.