Tristan Winters Novels & Stories

I was surprised at how serene and sure my voice was heard, I even doubted that it was mine. He smiled at me, with a smile that captivated me “of course! You’re right” he said with a lovely voice, I was determined to play the interesting, although my legs did not stop shaking under the table, it was impossible for him to realize how nervous his presence made me feel, but I could hide perfectly “My name is Tristan and I come here often” I take my hand and kiss it I can still feel the warmth of his lips on my skin, I smiled and said “Hi Tristan I’m Larissa also come here often and always in the same place”, “I know! I’ve seen you several times” said Tristan with a smile and looking into my eyes

My chest ached with longing I couldn’t name, and yet… there was a clarity now, a certainty that I had never felt before. My path was set. My legacy was calling. And in the shadows of the coming storm, he would be waiting. I rose, pulling on my cloak and the sword at my side. Crescent Crimson would be my sanctuary, my training ground, my forge. And soon… Winter Hollow would learn that the returned Wolfe had come back and ready to fight for what belongs to her.

Diamond, Carlos, and I sit back down on the couch, staring into the distance while Aristea slinks back against her chair like she wants it to swallow her whole. The silence creeps all around us. How long we stay there unmoving and completely silent, I don't know. But by the time I decide to move, it feels like my joints are no longer cooperating. Perhaps it's still just the shock lingering in my bones. Because how can you even recover from something like that? But then again, it all makes sense. Now that that piece of information is out there, I finally understand so many things. "Tristan is half Siren Wolf," Carlos finally manages to say, breaking the silence at last. "That... that explains

Triston shrugged his shoulders, shaking Jaxon's hand off, and then he turned towards the main building, "You should retire for the night, we have much to do by morning. The rest of the men watched in silence as Triston walked into the building, his shoulders squared, his head hung a bit low and his hands fisted. He stomped his way down the hallway and up the stairs, heading for his room where he could have this internal battle with his wolf and maybe then find a way to calm down. "She's not the one," he whispered quietly to his wolf restless within him, "She is not Damaris. Ivone is not my mate," he said in a whisper. He really needed to believe that.

Kendall poked Tristan's belly with one of his fingers, imitating the voice he makes with a child or animal, pulling out sharp laughter from my friend. Tristan Walker was a real bear. Tall with his one meter and ninety-six, blonde hair at shoulder height, green-blue eyes and a physique that left something to be desired. His belly was perfectly round and heavy, influencing his walk. He never bothered when we talked about his weight, helped with the jokes and seemed satisfied with the attention he received. The cheeks were raised and full, flushed with the French bronze of his blood. He was a bear, but not like the real ones, who attack and are furious. Of those in which you see in advertisemen

Tristan started another livestream. This time, he openly confessed to everything he had done in the past—from meeting Lisa two years ago and getting involved with her to the day Nicole jumped into the river in despair. He detailed it all without holding anything back. As he spoke, the viewer count in the livestream skyrocketed to over a hundred thousand. The comment section was flooded with insults. People called him inhuman, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They cursed him as despicable, shameless, and ungrateful.

Silvercrest won three. The Winterridge Ice Wolves circled around him, then started throwing him up and down in the air. While for Tristan, he stood far away from the team, his jaw tight and his silver eyes blazing red. Of course, I knew why he was angry. Trenton had taken his water earlier in the middle of the game but nothing happened to him. Tristan must have figured out that I had not added the poison. I only smirked in response, already thinking of the excuse I would give him if he lost his temper at me later.

His grip tightened on my arms, a muscle on his temple ticked. “What are you doing here?” He gritted out through a clenched jaw. The stranger grinned. “Shouldn't I be here? I'm a friend to the family after all.” The stranger then glanced at me. “Oh forgive my manners. I should give a proper introduction.” He buttoned his tuxedo and bowed his head a little. “I am Tristan Wells… son of Williams Wells of Wells pharmaceuticals and an old friend of Kian here.” I gasped, either from the pain of Kian gripping my arm in a dead grip or the sheer shock at what I just heard.

Tristan asked, shocked. “Kai is Eternal, like you all. The threat will never end so we must stay with you.” Moon said. “Tris, this is the last time, man!” Kit started walking away. Rex looked confused, but that was his ‘resting wolf face’. “Who are you talking about?” Rex asked, innocently. “Winter had this very same decision to make with a few wolves a while back. He told Tristan that was the last time he was to adopt wolves into the pack without his approval.” Kit laughed at Tristan’s face and high picked objection that followed.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.