Newnovelist Stories

"Guys I can't believe it's our final high school year" says Ann "Me too I can't believe we are seniors .. we have to make lots of memories together this might be our last year studying same school " I say All my friends nod their heads except Pennlope " so let's keep our tradition as usual of our dare game " Penelope says while giving me a fake smile I kinda don't like her since she gives me bad vibes and she doesn't like me too , she doesn't say it out loud but I know Everyone has agreed as usual I also have to despite me having a bad feeling as usual " guess who is gonna be our last choice of this game..... Anna-Grace Thompson .. " Penelope says as she walks away ... Just GREAT as if I couldn't hate her more ...

Introduction

Some stories are told in firelight. Others are left behind in the snow. Deep in the frostbitten forest, where lanterns glow warm in fogged windows and trails vanish beneath drifting snow, a kemomimi girl named Voska lives alone in a cabin with a rifle on the wall and kindness in her voice. She's cheerful, curious, and far too friendly for her own good. The world around her is quiet, split between three powerful clans-each guarding old wounds and older traditions. The Trailbound walk the forgotten roads. The Path's End Council builds the rules. The Velmari Concord remembers everything else. And none of them trust each other. But Voska? She believes they could be more than distant names in the snow. They could be... family. Armed with a map, a smile, and a slightly awkward sense of timing, she begins her journey-not to fight monsters, but to bridge what was broken. To make friends out of rivals, and peace out of cold silence. It's not the kind of tale with swords and thrones. It's the kind you tell around a fire. The kind that warms you, even as the snow falls deeper. A cozy adventure filled with animal-eared wanderers, winter towns, mysterious ruins, and the quiet magic of unity.