Winter Soldier Sebastian Novels & Stories

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Brynn looked bashful as she slapped his back lightly. "That’s my good boy, always so loyal. Daddy won’t forget this. I’ll reward you properly later." Just as Ronan reached down and yanked off his underwear, I kicked the door open. I strode in, grabbed a glass of red wine, and hurled it straight at him. "You scumbag! Our son is dead because of you, and you’re still here flirting with another woman?!"

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. "I had no idea that I was a wolf-shifter at all. But Daphne seems to think I'm from a Royal Family." Sebastian froze, his eyes wide. "Not The Skyefrost Pack." He quickly recovered himself and punched eight on the wall panel. "The Skyefrost Pack?" I asked. "Why do you ask?" He let out a deep breath. "They were an Arctic Wolf pack that lived in Northern Alaska." My blood ran cold, noticing that he had said it in past tense. "What happened to them?"

Flash back “ Commander Robins, I secured the target, obtained the answers we were looking for. I don’t think the target is of much use to us anymore. It looks as though he is touch and go. I had to use extreme measures to get the answers we sought. He was tight lipped for a while. The primary target is located in the middle of the Arctic, held up on one of the water rigs used for aquamarine sciences. He stated that the target has about 20 armed guards. 3 that follows him wherever he goes. We had schematics of the rig right here, sir.” I pointed at the spot on the map to where the rig was located and pulled out blueprints of the rig. Commander Robins and I then went over each possibility at p

As though hearing her, Sebastian’s gaze flicked up briefly and the corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest, broken smile. Then he was gone. The night air was thick with smoke and the stench of blood. Flames licked at the horizon as his warriors clashed with dark wolves under the crimson sky. The growls and snarls filled the battlefield, echoing through his bones. Sebastian moved like lightning, turning to his wolf as he cut down the first rogue that lunged at him. Every strike was fueled by rage, by guilt, by the desperate need to keep her safe. If anything happens to her… he couldn’t finish the thought.

"The second unit’s secure, Seb. You want the lead?" Sebastian stepped into the yellow glare of the high-beams, his boots crunching through the mineral crust. His right arm was still tucked flat against his ribs, the thick canvas of his jacket bulging where his hand remained wrapped around the walnut grip of the .44 Magnum. The wintergreen smell of the horse liniment was stronger now, mixing with the sour reek of the truck's diesel exhaust to create an atmosphere that was thick, suffocating, and entirely devoid of local color.

"My teammates are stressed. They do not need men with earpieces and hidden holsters watching them. It makes it look like we are hiding something." Sebastian took a step forward. He was closer to me now. He put his hand on the side of my neck. His thumb touched the skin over my pulse. "We are hiding you, baby," Sebastian said. "Devereux is desperate. If he wants to hurt me, he will come after you, baby. You are my weakness." "I am the captain of the Toronto Wolves," I said. My voice was low and fierce. I did not pull away from Sebastian's touch. My body was already responding to Sebastian's warmth.

“That was unnecessary.” “She could show some concern for you!” “She did.” Bast defended. Holding his chest and rolling to his side. “For her.” Rhyers grunted in disagreement. *** Sebastian was bedridden for the next several days. Weak from unleashing his tiny beasts to scout for Alazareth. He barely noticed a new year had begun as he recuperated. Hating every boring moment, he was awake. He mulled over the valkyrie. As was his want. She’s been here drawing on fifteen years now. He mused.

His grey thermal undershirt was drenched in a thick, amniotic red. Labor. The sync triggered a feedback loop so severe that the world tilted onto its side. Every nerve fiber in his pelvis snapped taut as his body registered the catastrophic trauma of the missile strike. He screamed—a guttural, animal sound that seemed to draw all the ambient noise of the burning forest into a singular focal point. "Sebastian!" Adrian’s cry cut through the sound of burning timber. Sebastian was up, his charcoal suit jacket gone, his undershirt plastered to his ribs with blood. He looked like an aristocratic specter rising from a battlefield. His head snapped toward Adrian, his eyes locking onto the blood bloo

Wendy was on the balcony watering the plants with one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. “Honey, try this,” Austin called from the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a ladle. “I just learned how to make pork rib soup.” She smiled and walked over, tasting it from his hand. “Mmm, it’s good.” Austin raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “Of course it is. I followed Mom’s recipe to the letter.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was a message from Madeline: [Wendy, I heard Miles sold the company and moved to Swizor.]