Eric Winter Young Novels & Stories

An older and experienced born omega was equal to a gamma so they became seen and referred to as that. I'd caught the bear's smell for the first time since he'd mentioned it, just when he stood up from the settee and announced its presence. Winter wouldn't have recognized and if she had she was sure to make a mental guess of what it was due to how horrible it was. It smelt like a complex mix of burning yet decomposing flesh. I rushed to the window to see, beside Poppa. *** "I'm guessing you don't have a wolf or do you?" I turned to Winter. Though I'd asked, my mind was already concluded on the subject. She didn't have a wolf. City-bred kids rarely did.

Preslie simply giggled. "You can't smash him," I frowned even more if that's possible. "Why not? You chose the other guy." Preslie grinned. I didn't think any of us knew what we were saying. I narrowed my eyes, "Orion is a good guy." "Yes but Dallas is totally in-love with you." Preslie leaned back on the couch and flipped through N*****x until she landed on Frozen which she played. "Come on! First Camp Rock, now Frozen. What is this? The sixth grade?" Ocean fumed as she continued throwing pillows around, no longer even sure what she was looking for.

He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering. "Look at me," I commanded softly. It took a long time. Seconds ticked by, counted by the thumping bass of the rap song that was finally fading out. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his chin. Those winter-forest eyes met mine, wide and swimming with a panic that went much deeper than a few hockey players being assholes. He looked at my face, searching for something—meanness, mockery, a hidden trap. He didn't find it. "I’m not Miller," I said, my voice dropping low, losing its edge. I reached out, stopping my hand just inches from his shoulder when I saw him tense up again.

Maybe even that long elusive desire for a 'normal' future of marriage and children was on the table… Aiden Belle Matthews, what the hell is happening to you?! Came the rational old bitch in her, the one that held her head high no matter what was happening. The one that had practically sneered when Eric had walked out, rather than let her break down into overwhelmed and angry tears during one of the busiest, most stressful weekends she’d ever experienced. No, that side of her had always been in control, had not taken it personally when she’d been so carelessly discarded. Chose to view it as his loss, as a shortcoming somewhere inside him, and had proceeded to celebrate her newfound freedom wi

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

"Elisse. I'm Summer. It's nice meeting you. I hope we could also be friends. And, I'm sorry if Winter is kind of cruel. But she's— "No. Miss Winter is not cruel. I like her very much!" Elisse suddenly exclaimed. Summer's eyes widened as she stood up straight. O-Oh, really? Then good for you. Winter isn't really fond of kids, so it's surprising to know that you find her approachable."

Alex furrowed his brow, vaguely recalling the name Erica, a model. She was the granddaughter of the wealthy Wilkersons from Kelmdale. He had once done a favor for the Wilkersons and allowed her to sign with Aether Corporation. At a party, he had coincidentally encountered Erica being pressured by some executives to drink, so he stepped in and escorted her to the hotel. The video Erica posted attracted a lot of attention, but most internet users were scrutinizing it with a microscope. Soon, some spotted Candice scolding Ellis and then Hanley, finding it both amusing and entertaining.

Christos asked slyly and I could not stop a slight smile from flitting across my lips. “Oh, you got that right. Erica is having a crush on one American boy in our new school and she usually hides her face whenever he is coming towards her and then she will be sad once he turns back and leaves. I tell you Uncle Christos, it is pathetic.” Eric ended with a frustrated sigh and the man gave a full throated laugh that brought an equal chuckle to my own lips. “Shame on you, Eric Summer. You can’t keep a secret.” My daughter cried protestingly in dismay and the grin on my face widened with brightness.

"I don't need to talk about you, Alex." "Why? Does that mean you don't feel the least bit attracted to me?" "Because I already know about you." Alex's forehead creased. He even turned his head to look at Elisha, even though he was driving. "Really?" he asked with a chuckle. "Elisha, I would be very impressed if you knew about me." "Would you like to hear?" "Try me." "Alexander Winter. Twenty-eight years old, and your birthday is on the twentieth of December. The only son of Adrianus Winter and Willona Garcia. Their marriage did not get the blessing, thus driving them out of the Winter family. Originally you lived with your parents, but—"

The Frostbite forest stretched endlessly beyond the mansion — tall pine trees dusted in snow, their branches swaying gently in the winter wind. Beautiful. Peaceful. Too peaceful. Footsteps approached behind me. Eric. I didn’t need to turn to know it was him. He leaned beside me against the railing. For a while, neither of us spoke. We just watched the forest. “You know,” Eric said eventually, “most people would hate living somewhere this cold.” I smiled faintly. “I kind of like it.” “Why?” “Because it’s honest.” Eric looked at me. “Honest?” “The cold doesn’t pretend to be something else,” I said. “It is what it is.”