Eric Winter Young Novels & Stories

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

Alpha West said with a bit of excitement in his voice. “There is another place we can go after here, we might take a walk there, go for a ride, ice cream, and get some cool air. You’re going to love it here at Winter Pack, Eris.” He said to me, and I nodded curtly at him. The car stopped, and we came down from it, I tucked my hands into my jacket and glanced around. Ocean stood beside me, and I turned and stared at him. “…did you do that?” His head was held up, and he stared ahead of me, like I wasn’t there beside him.

he stated, still calm as hell as though I wasn’t literally losing my shit. The fucking nerve! His calm fed my anger and I turned my attack to them. They blocked and dodged my throws, but some of them slipped through their guard, pierced through their dark clothes, saturating the fabric with their blood. Their grunts of pain when I met my mark, fed Vetur. She thrived on the adrenaline and exertion of the strong men steadily advancing on me. And they had to be truly strong to survive my attack. Flinging my hands forward, I buried the two nameless warriors’ feet in thick blocks of ice. One of them cursed in frustration, while the other complained about the temperament of arctic foxes and their

Eric's voice, unlike his appearance, was deep and masculine. Bella looked at him in confusion. What did it look like she was doing? She just came out to get some fresh air, and she had even asked one of the waiters to direct her to a private place. Due to the nature of the banquet, everyone here was too busy trying to make connections. Only someone miserable like her would want to be alone at a time like this. "I'm getting some fresh air," Bella turned away from him. They weren't very familiar with each other, so she saw no reason to be wary around him. Eric Winter was around her age, just twenty-three, and he was already the CEO of the second biggest tech company in the world.

“We must leave this place.” Winter, whose pale skin was almost translucent under the black sky, gave a feeble nod. “I… Hadzen, I have no idea what’s going on with me. That strength… The feeling wasn’t mine.” Hadzen’s features softened as he moved a lock of damp hair away from her face. “Winter, it’s you. It saved us tonight, whatever it is.” Ericka was standing a few steps away, silent and soaked. She was encircling herself with her arms, as though she were attempting to blend into the darkness. Hadzen turned to face her, but she avoided his gaze.

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

These were words Nora had written as early as her freshman year of high school. "Mom tutors the boy downstairs in math. So why does she say she doesn't know how whenever I ask her?" "I don't like Mom anymore. She missed my parent-teacher conference again." "I really want to graduate soon. Once I graduate, I won't have to stay in this house anymore." "Dad finally agreed today. I'm so happy!" Marissa's eyes widened. That day was the college-sendoff dinner. What did Nora mean? What had Owen Duncan agreed to?

"He chose to come here. Chose to work the fields. Chose freedom. That choice had risks. He accepted them." "Did he? Did he know that accepting freedom meant dying in a field at thirty-two?" "No one knows what accepting anything means. We just choose and hope." Elena covered James's face. "You gave him six months of choice. That's more than Victor gave him in two years." Forty-eighth stone for Hope's Garden. Maya carved it herself. The third winter was worse than the models predicted. Minus-thirty sustained. Minus-forty during storms. Minus-fifty for three days straight when polar vortex descended.

too. Eleanor’s lip curled in disgust. She wasn’t as stupid as her daughter, Chloe. Chloe saw a friend in Autumn; Eleanor saw a parasite. She had watched Autumn for years, hovering around the family, playing the role of the quiet, suffering mouse. But Eleanor knew better. She could see that there was something between Eric and that "Winter Girl."