Winter Soldier Sebastian Novels & Stories

Vulnerable. Turning away from the mirror, I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over me, washing away the cold rain that had soaked me to the bone. The heat soothed my aching muscles, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. Why was he acting like this? One moment, he was the Sebastian I thought I knew—charismatic, controlled, even kind in his own way. Now he was someone else entirely. Someone cold, ruthless, and unpredictable.

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

“But I’m sure they’ll think we’re some new couple.” He chuckles, clearly amused. “Great. Just what I needed—small-town rumors.” I laugh, but then something hits me. I look at him more closely. The casual tone, the expensive suit, the confidence. There’s something about him that doesn’t quite fit. I hesitate. “You’re not from around here, are you?” I ask, suddenly unsure. He nods, still grinning. “Actually, I’m here for the Winter Wonderland project. I’m Sebastian. Sebastian Frost.”

Perhaps still feeling sorry for Elizabeth, Sebastian's voice lowered, and his expression became somewhat gloomy. "Of course, I know that. So, I hope to gain the support of the warriors. You understand them better than I do, so I hope you can help me win their support." Sebastian swatted away my hand on his shoulder and snorted. "You overestimate my importance, Nathan. For the warriors, besides following Targary's orders, we believe in one thing." "What is it?" "The Arctic Wolf." Saying this, Sebastian pulled out the necklace he always wore from his clothes. He quickly showed the pendant in front of my eyes for a few seconds before carefully tucking it back into his clothes.

Although he hadn’t slept all night, he didn’t feel tired at all. Sebastian immediately went over to the wine rack and took two bottles of red wine off the rack. He opened one of them and started drinking out of the bottle on the couch. After a while, he felt his head getting heavy and finally fell asleep. However, even in his dreams, he could still see Rachel. Sebastian felt disgusted with himself. *** At noon, Xyla Quest returned to the Quest family’s home as promised. As soon as she walked in, she could hear a lot of chatter. May Conner wouldn’t stop laughing…

Which was good because I didn’t want to kill those who could be under mind control of Xander. If they really were brainwashed, it wasn’t their fault they were fighting us. Sebastian fought in his wolf form, ripping through their clothing with his canines and tossing their bodies across the room. I could see the fury in his wolf’s scarlet eyes as he worked to defend Wren and me.

The chill was back in no time. I sliced up a cold watermelon and sat down in front of the surveillance screen, keeping an eye on Gavin and Jennifer. Gavin was cozying up with Jennifer on my large bed, his hands roaming freely, causing her to giggle and squirm. "Knock it off, what if Wesley comes back all of a sudden?" she whispered. "It's all good! He is on a business trip and won't be back for a while. Plus, he has already bought most of what we need. When the end of the world hits, we'll take care of him."

"Julian! My son! I was wrong! I'm a monster, not fit to be called human!" His face was a mess of tears and snot. He reached for my hand, but Dwayne shoved him back. "Don't touch him!" Dwayne shouted, his eyes red-rimmed. "You don't deserve to! You hated him for disgracing you? Do you have any idea how long he held on up there? "He didn't even turn on his flashlight to save battery, just so he could send you his location. He crawled through the snow for three hours. Even a special forces soldier would've given up hours ago with gear like that.

Bastian looked at the two beautiful women who had snow-white skin. "My name is Sebastian. I come from Bern," Bastian said. "It's so far from here; you must have spent 12 hours driving to get here," Martina said. "Stay here, and you can continue your journey tomorrow morning," she said. "Thank you for your kindness," said Bastian. Unintentionally, Bastian's gaze fell on Isabel, who was staring at him. Knowing Bastian saw her, Isabell quickly lowered her gaze and focused on her food.

A thin chill brushed my shoulders, but I didn’t move inside. Footsteps sounded behind me. I turned. Sebastian walked toward me without a jacket, wearing only a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. The wind had messed up his hair a little. Deeply rude, honestly, that the man could still look like an international problem after spending all day giving in to a four-year-old’s demands about snack pockets. “She asleep?” he asked, stopping beside me. “With sunglasses and a fur scarf.” The corner of his mouth moved. “She said they’re part of the uniform.”