Winter Soldier Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He works too hard. [Year Eight. Axel wants to make me the Luna no matter what, but the elders threatened to kill themselves if he did... Never mind. Being by his side is enough.] [Last Month. A she-wolf named Vanessa showed up. She's his fated mate. I'm a little jealous... but I trust Axel. He told me his heart belongs only to me. Just like my heart is completely his…] Ten years. No matter which old notebook he opened, it was always the same. Seraphina's world was pitifully small, with room for only him.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

Winter looks down at me, smiling as he releases my hand. “Where are we going?” I ask, the warm breeze kissing my skin as we walk past all the bright wildflowers. The sun's beams brighten the surroundings, creating a whimsical atmosphere reminiscent of a fairy-tale. Winter gives me a playful wink, his ocean blue eyes framed by thick black lashes. I don't understand how it's fair that their things are longer than mine. “You’ll find out,” he teases as I smile back, laughing nervously. His eyes heat for a moment, flashing orange of his wolf as he stares at my bare legs.

He attached the sides of our head and said- "So who was it?" He asked. "Chris. My friend." I said to which I felt him nodding. "This late? Don't you sleep at this time?" He asked and let me tell you, the only thing in his voice was curiosity. "I do. He said he didn't realise the time." I said to which he again nodded. We again stood in silence- close to each other. Winds passed through yet I didn't feel cold cause being in his arms is actually the warmest place I've been in after my brother's arms.

I tugged her into me and closed my mouth on hers. "Slade!" Winter cried out, smacking my chest. My mouth muffled her scream, and I held onto her hands as she struggled to push me away. I pushed her into the nearest wall, spreading her arms above her head. Winter trembled and gasped, and I took advantage of the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, standing on her tiptoes, and clutched the collar of my shirt before leaning into me. "Slade," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.

No. Agony detonated in my chest and a sound I didn’t recognize ripped from my throat. Liga thrashed wildly in my psyche, howling his protest so loudly my skull ached. It had taken everything to convince him to help manipulate snow into falling in love with us. I knew Liga would never forgive me if his mate died. My eyes moved to my mate. Snow was as still as death on the bed, her skin so pale it almost blended with the sheets. She looked like a doll, like some delicate, breakable thing that had never belonged in my brutal world. And now, she was slipping through my fingers.

“It is time for you to mix with the others. Show everyone who you are and how uninterested in a war you are.” “Would it help?” “It certainly wouldn't hurt, would it?” I give a small nod before allowing him to lead me into the room where we are immediately cut off by an alpha. “You must be Rowan,” the man says. “The acclaimed Winter Wolf.” “Alpha Black,” I greet, immensely grateful for Viktor's crash course on the who is who in our world. “I have heard much about you.” “You have?” He asks in surprise. “Like what?” And then I get into the intricacies of the gossip of our world.

Winter rolled her eyes again, unable to stop the teasing smile that appeared on her lips. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you still think of me as your sister. I used to be your favorite, remember? Now, it feels like this Michael guy is stealing my place in your heart,” she muttered playfully, continuing with her task. “You, a sister? You’re too much of a handful for that,” Marianne retorted with a teasing grin. Winter gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. “Fine, I’m leaving then! You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

Winter is moaning uncontrollably, and my thrusts quicken. Winter reached her hand down and starts rubbing her clit causing me to lose all sense of everything. Her pussy walls tighten around my cock as she reaches her peak. My cock is forcibly pushed out of her pussy as her juices squirt all over me. Fuck I love it when she does that. I hurriedly bent down and caught some of her juices in my mouth and lapped up her pussy before shoving my cock back inside. She tastes so fucking good. My thrusts becoming faster and harder as Winter screams and moans. My cock ready to release, I unload my seed inside of my mate making sure my knot doesn't lock with her. I collapse on the bed next to Winter and