Winter Soldier Sebastian の小説・ストーリー

Summer hugged Sebastian tightly as he was out of breath and time. " Leave, there is a war. " " Would I be able to see you again? " " Of course. " Summer turned into a white werewolf and ran fast out of the place. ' Would she be okay? ' " I hope so " Sebastian headed back to the battlefield, he found thousands of dead werewolves and humans. The humans were cheering for their Queen raising her up their arms. " Come here Sebastian, drink with us! " The soldiers called him and he faked a smile while Kelly jumped with a drink in her hand.

Sebastian is the intelligent grandson who was an athlete and is now one of the youngest people to acquire a junior partner position in a law firm. And Daniel Van Winter, well, he’s the cold Greek god who rebelled against his parents but is still the most eligible bachelor. Aside from my dad. Not anymore. He’s married now, even if no one will actually know about it. “Yeah, I am fine,” I tell Sebastian. He’s watching me with light green eyes that are nothing like his uncle’s darker ones. His hair is too blond, too bright. But he’s beautiful. Like, “superhot” as Jenny always says. And I see his charm, I really do. But I do not feel it.

The dark shape of the rink rising out of the night. He paid the driver and walked to the back door. It was still unlocked. The hallway smelled the same—mold, old sweat, the particular sadness of a building that had been dying for years. The rink was dark. No phone light this time. Just the moon through the broken windows, painting the ice in shades of silver and gray. Sebastian was sitting at center ice. He was still in the clothes he had fled in—sweatpants, a thin t-shirt, no jacket. His arms were wrapped around his knees. His head was bowed. He was shaking.

“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.

Sebastien nodded in agreement, and as we exited the airport, the crisp Mountain air hit our faces. "Back to our topic of discussion, I doubt attention-seeking is the case. The guy gave Winter up to save his pack. He has been cut really deep. It will suck that after all that sacrifice, he is still in the shit he was trying to get out of," I said, and Sebastien laughed.

and that is also the name of someone he has saved before he loses his memories. On his sight, he can see how his whole body is acting on its own. He can feel how the heat was going up in his veins. Sebastian’s breathing started to be unstable. He can’t control it… he was having a hard time. There, his whole-body freeze as he met the eyes of the wolf who was currently on his heat. Kalisto POV

"Do not run. Do not fight my soldiers. You belong to The Order of the Shield now." [Beneath the Ice] Thousands of miles away, beneath fifty million tons of crushed rock and absolute zero ice. It was a darkness so profound it felt like the void of space. Buried in a tiny, claustrophobic pocket of shattered stone, Sebastian lay completely motionless. His thermal-reactive armor was emitting a faint, dying blue pulse, struggling to keep his core temperature above freezing. His right leg was pinned beneath a massive boulder. He was bleeding, freezing, and cut off from the world.

I fought against it, trying to draw in any breath I could manage. "Declan!" I gasped, struggling to call out through my panic and pain. "You're stronger than this!" His grip remained steady, while I felt the world slipping away, shadows creeping in and taking over my mind slowly. In the distance, I could hear a faint noise—a muffled sound, like someone screaming, but it was too far off to be clear. Then, suddenly, Winter burst out of a tunnel, her clothes torn and soaked. She looked at us, eyes wide with panic. When she saw the scene, her face twisted in horror, and before I could call out to her, she raised her hands, unleashing her powers.

I was tired of being a ghost in a mansion that smelled of old money and cold stone. Ever since my father, Fernando Navarro, used my mother’s medical bills at St. Mary’s Private Hospital to sell me into this "political union," I had been a captive in a gilded cage. Sebastian Blackwood was a man of ice and iron—the star captain of the Manchester Ice Kings and the heir to a fortune, yet he possessed the emotional range of a glacier. "You look... different," Sebastian said, leaning against the doorframe. He hadn't even taken off his coat. His scent—winter air, expensive leather, and the underlying musk of a dominant wolf—flooded the room, making my knees weak.

"I’m sorry to keep you waiting." The petite brunette had her son’s little hand grasped in hers as she approached from the other end of the corridor. As they drew closer, Dave felt a cold shift in the air. He didn’t realize what it was until he looked at Sebastian and saw that the man had gone utterly still. His onyx eyes were stark, almost haunted, beneath the harsh slashes of his black brows. Christie must have felt the chill too. She looked nervously up at Sebastian and almost pulled Peter by his dark hair when the boy's steps slowed down in front of the former soldier.