Alpine Bucky Barnes Novels & Stories

“You're right about that, Breed isn’t gonna like this. Glad it’s you telling him and not me.” “Hey, aren’t you gonna help me carry her back?” Maverick called out. “Hell no.” Buck shook his head as he moved away from the rear of the vehicle. “My hands are full with the weapons I found.” Maverick groaned and bent over to pick the woman up. He hitched her up in his arms and began following Buck back to the compound. He tried to keep his eyes on the trail he was walking on but he couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so still in his arms he was beginning to worry she was dead. He looked at her chest and couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were full and round. It took a moment or so to noti

"We need every advantage we can get. If that means talking to other packs, I'll talk." Outside, the compound looks like a political convention. Wolves from different packs cluster in separate groups, eyeing each other warily. Some wear traditional pack clothing, others dress like businesspeople, a few look like they walked off a battlefield. They all turn when I emerge. "The Moonfire Luna." An older wolf steps forward, gray hair matching his formal suit. "I'm Alpha Crane of Alpine Ridge, we spoke earlier on the phone." "Alpha Crane." I extend my hand. "Thank you for coming, for sending warriors."

It was terrifying how quickly he could turn into a machine of war. Orion stepped up beside us, his shoulders looking twice as broad as usual. He let his Alpha scent roll out—a thick, heavy warning of pine and old earth—trying to choke out the smell of gasoline. The lead rider took his sweet time. He killed his engine, swung a leg over, and pulled off his helmet with a smirk that made my skin crawl. He had a scar running through one eyebrow that made his whole face look lopsided. “Well,” the guy drawled, his eyes roaming the trees before locking onto Tristan. “Look at this. Blackwood. I heard you’d turned into a campfire story.”

His chest bore a hole in which his heart has been taken out, and goodness, did she have to suck him dry? The sight was gory and sickening; it make me want to bend over and empty my gut. "Who is he?" I ask no one in particular, bending down to examine his body. "One Luke Linton" someone replies. "Well, send a word to the Alpha..." "Jake already sent someone" I scoff, looking back at Jake who gives me one sly smirk. Really! He's doing a good job trying to get my place. "She killed him horribly" I sigh.

“The blood of the innocent… you revel in it, Lucas. But the day will come when it turns on you. Mark my words.” Lucas’s face twists with rage. He raises a hand, signaling his wolves, who close in with lethal precision. Among the assailants, one face is pretty familiar beside that of Lucas Smith… it is the Alpha of the Aramanthian Pack, Bucky Briggs… Charmaine’s dad himself, in flesh and blood. The forest echoes with the sickening sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping, blood spraying across leaves. The life drains from Talon’s eyes, his body crumpling to the ground, and a hush settles over the scene.

His cousin Colt had built a new place and sold the Boars Nest to Cam. Poor Buck was left homeless and lonely—a fact he’d bitched about until India snapped. If he was so damn lonely, there were plenty of boys in the Little Buddies program who needed time and attention from an adult male. It’d shocked her a few weeks later when Kade mentioned Buck had taken her advice and signed up for the program. “I didn’t expect to see you here either.” “Domini’s idea. But I’d hoped to run into Colt. Have you seen him?”

He finished “ oh then I know exactly where you guys should go. There’s a woodsmen store at the end of the town you can’t miss, it’s where I got the coats. They are specifically for men who camp and stuff in the woods. They get lots of good business this time of year, they could stay open during a blizzard and still get people to buy stuff.” She explains with such excitement in her voice. I'm amused by how such small things like a store makes her happy causing her voice to elevate higher a little bit.

I imagine not having someone to talk to after a stressful day of school as well; no one to rant to or talk shit with when the sun is out and all those bullies are far away, handling their own lives. I would have lost my shit as well, or dived into my books to numb the depression. I guess luckily enough, I found her… The only wolf that isn’t threatened by my presence. Well, she’s technically not the only one. “Uhm. Does Artemis have a Beta?” “Yeah, every Alpha has a Beta of course.” She states it like I’d be dumb not to know, forgetting that I am in fact a human, not used to wolf norms. “How come I’ve never heard of him?” I ask now, trying to mask my own overwhelming curiosity to know who the

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

, Buck said timidly, "I know you're hurt. Take one." Bill smiled and ruffled his brother's hair. "Always taking care of me little brother", the pill sent a cool wave of energy coursing through his veins and slowly healing his wounds, "good thing you're an alchemist." Buck rises to his feet and says. "How are the others?" Bill smiles and replies. "Alive!" And with that Bucky Drakens (fifty thousand perus) defeated Commander Officer Crysanta Gore (fifty thousand perus).