Novel & Cerita Avengers Oc

Ethan asked. "Better," Aurora said, reaching out to stroke Ethan’s hair, her fingers cool and gentle. "The Avengers fight bad guys. We... we build things." "What are we building?" Ethan asked. Liam looked at Aurora. A silent communication passed between them. A blueprint shared without words, written in the air between their eyes. "A legacy," Liam said. "A home," Aurora corrected. "Both," Liam said. He crouched down, ignoring the pop of his knees. He looked Ethan right in the eye.

Her dream was shattered again. Seconds stretched into agonizing minutes, and the Pack doctor was nowhere to be found. Carter panicked. He scooped me into his arms and bolted for the SUV. Chloe rushed forward, masking her malice with fake concern. "Carter, you're soaked, maybe wait for—" "Get out of my way!" Carter unleashed a wave of Alpha dominance so heavy it felt like a physical blow. He swung his leg, kicking Chloe squarely in the stomach. She let out a strangled scream and went flying backward into the mud.

He was lost to his wolf, a wolf who wanted revenge it seemed. Alpha Xavier has little choice but too tackle the insane wolf down. Deven wasn't going to stop just because of a mere tackle though, no way. I had not only hurt him, me an omega none the less, but had disfigured him. The shame that was coursing through him, combined with his already strong feelings of hate and anger towards me, were enough to make him stupid enough to challenge an Alpha.

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

Paul was unable to give me a response so I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the seat knowing this battle is mine! ———————- Scrolling through my iPad I heard footsteps approaching my office slowly. Gavin knocked before opening the door, his scent was sharp. I knew he must have gone for a run in the forest. When wolves sprint their scent becomes heightened. “Good morning, Alpha,” he said bowing slightly. “What is it, Gavin? I thought my schedule was clear for today,” I replied firmly. He shifted his weight from one foot to another. I knew this was something that would piss me off.

She sat on the couch, relaxed, after her eyes roamed around the room. “Anything but horror!” she cringed when she uttered the last word. I chuckled when she did it; she looks priceless. I have a new one here called “The Guardians of the Galaxy.” I chuckled. “It’s a fictional superhero movie based on the Marvel comic book," I explained further. I have already watched everything. “Sounds okay. Sure!” she replied while shrugging her shoulders. I shrugged and placed the Blu-ray DVD in the player. Soon, the sounds echoed in the room.

Tala crushed the phone in her grip then threw it down "I'm going now, if I see your face anywhere but here or in town, I will kill you" "Understood" With a last glare at her Tala walked round her and left the house. Odine fell back in the couch with a gasp of relief, so this is what is meant by never challenge a werewolf, just like a child will eventually grow up, an Omega will eventually become an Alpha, they might not pose a threat in the beginning, but there is a truth behind the term dogs don't forget and Odine experienced that first hand.

Chapter 71 Matteo's POV "We need to go have a bloody retribution against the Camorra or they'll think that we are weak. How could they kidnap and torture our Capo and consigliere without us taking a fucking revenge?" Vincenzo argued with the underbosses. Francesco glanced at me but my face remained stoic as ever. I couldn't even concentrate as I kept thinking of Aurora and how she was doing. I was supposed to hate her and my brother too for betraying me, but I couldn't find it in my heart to do so.

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.

I saw a red stain forming on his chest, creating a red patch on his clothes then I noticed the tip of the dagger coming out from his chest and he fell to the floor. Vincent was standing in front of me, I felt relieved he had arrived in time just before Thanos could strike me. The flames on his body had dissipated meaning that Thanos was dead. He suddenly pulled me into a hug, “don’t ever scare me like that ever again” he whispered I nodded and snuggled into his embrace “I promise” He pulled away from the hug and held my hand before he howled, and it echoed across the battlefield getting everyone’s attention.