Avengers Fanfiction Peter Strength Test Novels & Stories

Peter sneered, “Shut up, all of you! I’m the leader here so I will do what I want with this woman here!” Everyone went silent. Naya kept her guard high, her eyes following all movements. Despite his hands tied with metal chains, she could tell Peter wasn’t easy to beat with her arms. He was thrice her size and with those arms, he could easily crush Naya if Naya wasn’t agile enough with her movements. Meanwhile, his minions seemed too lazy to do anything except abuse her with their nasty mouths. “Go ahead and test it yourself, Peter. Just look at her. She’s as good as those dancing omegas we see in fair trades,” another minion said.

He quickly walked in front of her: "Mia, what's wrong with you?" Mia raised her head to look at him: "My body aches, I can't walk." Peter immediately picked her up, and carried her inside the bathroom: "Sorry, yesterday you were drunk so you were too cute, I couldn't help it. But my body is too weak.” Mia frowned: "It's not because I'm weak, it's because your strength is too great." Peter pinched her cheeks lovingly: "Okay, because of you, because you can't control your strength makes me tired."

I dodge, rolling to the side, and push back with a pulse of my own power, reinforced by the renewed strength from the claiming. The bolt hits a nearby wall, leaving a scorch mark on the stone. “You’ve learned some old tricks, granddaughter,” Peter taunts, preparing another attack. “Nastassja Cirillo, I presume?” “I’ve always been a quick learner,” I retort, feeling the power coursing through me, a vibrant force that’s eager to be used. I send a series of rapid-fire pulses towards him, forcing him to put up a shield. Peter deflects them, his eyes narrowing. “You could have been great under my guidance. Instead, you choose this... animal.”

My hands clench beside me, tight in hard fists. He doesn't stop. He presses his chest into me, hard enough to elicit a grunt from my parched throat. “You fucking like her and that's why you watch like a pussy while she breaks you…” “Man, fuck you.” I grab his throat before he can say another word. “Cornor.” Peter groans, scared for Pan. I don't let go. My hands clasp tight around his throat, threatening to break him. His throat hardens in my hand as he struggles to breathe.

Seeing them just confirmed what I had thought all along. "Alvara, dear. Please step back a few meters. I don't want blood marring that perfect skin of yours," Ciaran purred again, side stepping one of Peter's punches. Doing as I was told, I scooted away from their fight, watching closely. "Good girl." Ciaran was released, effectively dodging blows and solidly landing his own. From my point of view, it seemed an unfair fight. Peter was faster, stronger. The Alpha came from a rogue background, meaning true Alpha blood didn't run through his veins.

I tried to dodge this attack but she was too fast so she was able to land a right hook in the center of my chest. It felt exactly like being hit by a heavily loaded truck. I could swear that I heard a crack in my chest from the impact of her punch and I thought my heart would stop from the shock that fell on me. Not only did she use her werewolf speed but also her super strength and Danny stood there doing nothing. Who am I kidding? He wouldn't dare to speak. He wouldn't want to go against beta Philip's daughter, I was definitely fucked. My chest hurt badly and my mobility was below a hundred per cent, but I dodged whatever she threw for about a minute. She was faster because of her wolf, bu

It would not be a problem for him to withstand three blows from someone at the Immortal Ascension’s Eighth Stair. James opened his mouth and said, “Cut the cr*p. Go on and strike.” Hayden mobilized his energy. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength. His body flickered and appeared before James and attacked. The eighty percent strength of a powerhouse at the Immortal Ascension’s Eighth Stair was terrifying. The force slightly knocked James back, and his Blood Energy churned. Unable to suppress it, James spat out a mouthful of blood. “He’s that strong?”

"Don't fool me. What about the inhuman strength? How would you explain that?" "Adrenaline rush," he answered like he was lying to a grade school student. "Cut the crap, please. I may have an average mind but I'm not as airheaded as you think. I know adrenaline rush could boost the strength temporarily but it can't make an ordinary person lift a trunk with more than a thousand pounds. " My voice was low, but firm. "You should just thank me." "Thank you," I said sarcastically. "It is better if you believe my reasons, Eve. Just leave it that way." His fingertips touched my ankle carefully with unreadable eyes. "Can you walk?"

After all, the werewolf that Evan had brought to me had looked dead too. Max heaved the beast onto the examination table with much less grace than Evan had done with his werewolf. I shook my head and silently chastised myself for comparing the two men. One was a vampire with superhuman strength and the other a human who was powerful in his own right. Should they even be compared? Sometimes I just didn’t understand myself. For the first time since I’d started having sex with Max, Peter’s absence weighed heavily on my mind.

Victor gave the smooth armor a hard kick without holding back. It looked just like a normal metal wall, but after Victor kicked it hard, it actually caved right in. Peter felt like he was going crazy. He had discovered this spot purely by accident. He was beating up someone here, and when he forcefully pushed that person against this wall, a slight indentation appeared. He then gathered some people and, with immense effort, managed to push this wall in. But Victor had made the wall cave in with just one kick. Such monstrous strength! Peter looked at his leg, puzzled.