Winter Games Chapter 4 の小説・ストーリー

Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Snow Angel They woke up tangled together, legs intertwined, arms wrapped tight. The room was quiet and warm under the heavy blankets, but outside the big window, the world was turning white. Soft, fat snowflakes fell silently, painting the city in a hush. Zhedya shifted, pulling Ian even closer against his chest. He buried his face in Ian’s hair, breathing him in. His voice, when he spoke, was muffled and soft, different from his usual cool tone. It was almost shy.

I distracted myself with the Guard Bracelet on my hand as I arrived in his quarters. I shuddered again and breathed deeply. These shudders were a sign of winter nearing. Seasons in the territories are not very predictable but wolves can feel them before they arrive, some more than others, and I know that during winter my fingernails freeze like frozen flesh. A little vigor and they’d break off my hands. ‘Hopefully, they do.’ ‘What’s up with you today? You’re crankier than normal.’ She huffed and I shrugged. Pushing all the possible things that could go wrong from my mind, I opened the doors, expecting him to be on the bed, in front of his dressing mirror, near his closet, or at least… here…

Elara walked out of the building into the gray light of the valley. The storm from the north had had arrived, the first heavy flakes of winter snow were falling down through the trees like ashes from a fire. The timber wolf was still standing on the ridge above the road, his eyes watching her. His eyes were a pretty gold color. The wolf and the woman were just standing there looking at each other. They were standing in the middle of an empty space with forty yards of cold hard stone between them. The woman did not call out to the timber wolf. She did not get her fire ready. The timber wolf did not call out either. The winter was going to be a long one. The timber wolf and the woman were two

He joins me at the window and watches as the green grass slowly turns white as a blanket of fluffy snow covers it. He frowns and shakes his head, turning away from the window. I frown. "What's the matter?" He grits his teeth. "I hate winter and snow and the cold." He goes to sit in his great bearskin chair by the fire, grabbing a glass of wine to numb the pain of memories. He drinks it down quickly. I stand by the window, looking at him as he soothes himself with the red drink. "Tell me why you don't like winter then," I ask him, grasping his arm. "I have always thought that winter was a majestic season. Everything becomes white and the ground sparkles in the sun like it's made of pure

* * * * * * * With the clash of our powers, we break through the night, * * * * * * * * * Four hearts entwined, we’ll rewrite our fate, * CHAPTER ONE Winter If a name could reflect the essence of a person's spirit, mine might as well be a snowflake—beautiful, fragile, and bound to melt into the warmth of obscurity. Winter. It's a name that rolls off the tongues of those who say it, each syllable a reminder that beauty can sometimes be deceiving. People think it's poetic, but for me, it's more like a cold gust that cuts through my heart, an echo of loneliness that lingers longer than any cheerful jingle I hear from the children outside.

Chapter 62: The Uncharted Matrix The winter twilight was really quiet on the mountain ridge. Outside the library windows the pine branches were bent down because of the heavy snow. The dark branches looked really cool against the snow. Inside the big fireplace made the room warm and cozy. The warm light from the fireplace made the wooden floor look nice.

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

After reaching ~ 3rd Person's POV Well right now they are right infront of the river bridge, surrounded by the cold winds which was unexpected to all of them. The city has never been this cold but today it's like ice water winds and not just the wind even the weather here is cold due to the river water. "Woahh." Nishant said coming out the car as the winds immediately embraced him. They parked at the private area where people are generally not allowed to visit without authority permissions so there are absolutely no people except them.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*