Winter Soldier Sebastian Novels & Stories

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

she said, her tone cautious. “But fate can be cruel. And sometimes… sometimes it is not just your heart at stake.” I could not answer her. I could only nod, feeling the tension coiling tighter in my chest. The word tasted bitter and sweet on my tongue. It was as if every heartbeat, every sigh of wind through the trees, was pulling me toward a future I did not yet understand. And somewhere, out there in Winter Hollow, the other half of this thread was stirring. --- Ronan Thorn.

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.

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

He said his voice cold and blue eyes glaring at me. "Hello I'm sorry I didnt introduce myself. I'm your doctor Janis Ian" I said smiling a little. "Janis Ian?" He said looking a little taken aback. "Yes is there any problem?" I questioned. "No" he said with his sharp cold voice. "I told you Olivia I don't need doctors to treat me I'm good as the way I'm" he said his voice colder than before like remembering something. "But Sebastian you have to get treated! You are badly injured and she is trustworthy and not Ria" She said and he glared at her.

,his dad cried holding his son as his mom covered him up. "We were showering after the shack and he clutched his chest. We weren't even talking much. I didn't reject him",I sobbed as Ben handed me a towel. Holy shit I'm naked. I cover up and grab clothes fast. I dress fast as the pack doctor rushes in and we move Sebastian to our bed. He needs to be okay I need him to be okay. What happened to him? Was it a heart attack? Werewolves can't have those, right?

NEW YORK ~SEBASTIAN~ After closing the door behind me, I sat down on the chair next to them and took off their mouth cloths. The basement was soundproofed, and no matter how loud they screamed, I didn’t care because no one would hear a sound. “Who are you? What do you want?” Sarah Lopez asked, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and crying that she did. “I am Sebastian Frost. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I don’t have a problem with you. Zac Blanchard is. I am not sure if you know him or not,” I answered.

I know who my friend Lucifer is, the moment he found I'm the one who is responsible for the death of his parents and also trying to overthrow his rieng he won't take it lightly with me, he has already made it clear. Few days ago I tried to get a little information from him about the whereabouts of the mercenaries but he didn't give the answer I wanted to hear. I turn to head back to my den, I hear rustling in the bushes. I freeze, listening intently. I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed my guard slightly. "What are you doing out here so late?" "I couldn't sleep," Sebastian says, stepping out of the shadows. "I heard you howling and wanted to make sure you were okay."

The orange flare illuminated the sharp, lethal angles of his jaw before he drew the smoke deep into his lungs. Sebastian walked slowly across the vast bedroom until he reached the floor-to-ceiling glass. Outside, the endless black forest stretched out into the night beneath a quiet, starless sky. Miles of deep, roadless wilderness, swallowing the world in silence. Sebastian exhaled a slow ribbon of gray smoke against the cold glass. He closed his eyes for a brief, heavy second. When he opened them again, the ghost of the boy in the blood was gone—buried deep beneath the same cold, unreadable ice that ruled his empire.