Novel & Cerita Avengers Fanfiction Rogues Think Peter Is Tony's Son

“You sleep with my woman behind my back, then you make me raise your son, and you plot to make him Alpha. You… you made me plan to kill my own son. How could you?” As Boldron spoke, his claws elongated. Rogan knew it was far past the point of pleading, so he stretched out his own claws. “It was all Catherine’s idea. You raised him as your son, and I never claimed him for a single day. He could very well be yours.” Boldron could not believe his ears. His eyes flicked to Rogan’s fingers, and he scoffed. “I had thought you would accept your punishment, but it seems you want to fight. Very well. I will give you what you want.”

Beta Peter responded. "Really? It seems you have someone in mind. Name it! Name them… those who made an attempt on our lives. Spill it out!" I yelled, charging towards him. "Prince!" Father thundered while Beta Peter looked stunted. Without giving a damn, I grabbed his collar and hoisted my face closer. "Now tell me, how does a random attack by a group of rogues mean someone out there is after my life? Are you insinuating that someone instigated the attack!?" I thundered.

He was hesitating. Aurora noticed his subtle change of attitude and added, “And nobody is trying to be your friends. We can go separate ways after this one time. We don’t need to see eye to eye on everything.” Andre held his head down, pondering. After a long pause, he breathed out a small sigh, “You didn’t leave me with much choice by bringing me back here…Fine. Tell me what you want first.” “You are the former Rogue King’s son. We want to know how your father died.”

“Ivan was into making money and had no allegiance with any Alphas. He was a solitary lion who everyone feared, including my father. But my father wanted to stop him, and stop him once and for all. In the meeting with the Alphas, my father volunteered to go against Ivan and two Alphas joined him—Alpha Nash and Alpha Bryce. After a long chase, it was finally Alpha Nash who was able to give the location of Ivan to others. “My father and Alpha Bryce went after him with full force. Ivan was captured and then given to the council. Instead of killing him, they sent him to the maximum security werewolf prison where they tortured him to the extent that he started begging them to kill him. But they di

I looked up at my captor, to find Raven’s friend Peter was the one who had captured me. “I’m looking for friends.” “You think you will find some out there?” “More than I would find in here. If I walk far enough, maybe I could even find Raven and Nova.” Peter tilted his head, giving me a curious look. “That seems pretty dangerous.” “I’m the Alpha’s son,” I said. “I’m tough and brave.” “Sure,” Peter said. “But do you even know the way?” “No… but… they are out there somewhere.” “I don’t think your father would like you walking around on your own.”

The RV roared to life, continuing its journey towards Los Angeles. Martin, oblivious to Tobias's actions, smiled and shook his head, a glint of disdain in his steel-blue eyes. He gazed out the window and spoke, "Do you know, Rogues should not exist in this world. They are nothing more than a bunch of untamed, savage shifters. But I never imagined my first son, Arthur, would be foolish enough to fall in love with a Rogue, even to sire you and Ellis, two hybrids." In the brief two seconds that Martin's attention shifted to the window, Tobias swiftly injected the serum Mae had left for him into his leg. The moment the serum coursed through his veins, he felt his strength rapidly returning, acco

I couldn’t remember ever loving anyone – not even myself. How was I supposed to be a father while being half-rogue? What if the child turned out to be a rogue? Rogues never had kids as their instincts were geared towards blood rather than sex, but the few that did had produced insane pups, the toxins in their blood that drove them to bloodlust seeping into their offspring. If the child really was kissed by the goddess, effectively inheriting an uninheritable trait, who’s to say it wouldn’t also inherit my half-madness?

No one goes after my family and gets away with it. I’m the Beast’s son, the first hybrid! I follow the trail until I finally find the place those sons of bitches are keeping my babies at. There are dozens of rogues here, roaming around pointlessly, laughing manically as they talk about their Alpha’s ‘genius’ plan. I almost growl and reveal myself when I hear what they say.

Several of the Alphas shifted uncomfortably in their seats. “Many people believe that rogues, even children, are unworthy of respect. They believe that rogue children are born wild and disrespectful, and that adopting a rogue child will only result in trouble. But this is not the case.” I gestured to Alpha Donovan. “You, Alpha Donovan, know that better than anyone. You have adopted a rogue child of your own. And it is my understanding that you are happy?” Donovan hesitated, then nodded firmly. “Of course. My son has made my world brighter by the day since he has entered my life.”

My Luna was a force, and my pride twisted with concern. And then I saw Rowan, still in full White Wolf form. Perfect. Controlled. Complete. The kind of power that made your chest tighten and your instincts scream. The moment he shifted, the remaining rogues froze. My son… my boy… was no longer a child. He was a predator, a protector, an heir. And God help anyone who underestimated him. Alice, ever fearless, stepped forward and tied up the last rogue with ease, handing them to Thorne to be locked away. My daughter, too… lethal, confident, commanding. I had raised two warriors without realizing it. They weren’t just surviving,they were dominating.