Captain America Civil War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said. “Hmm, since he’s so ambitious about his position as captain of the Westbrook Ravens,” I replied. Alex gave me a sideways glance. “Well, he isn’t just the captain; he’s Mr Westbrook’s son,” he said. “What?” I stopped for a second before catching up with him. “But why is he your nemesis?” “Is it because you two are competitive on the ice?” I asked. “Honestly, I don’t know,” Alex replied as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “But his father and Mr Williams have had some heated issues.”

"You're alive." Caelan laughed. "Disappointed?" Alexander took a step backward. "You shouldn't exist." "Neither should you." The two stared at each other. Dominic looked between them. "What is going on?" Caelan answered. "Alexander was one of the first Alphas Blackthorn successfully conditioned." Dominic's face went pale. "No." Alexander said nothing. Caelan continued. "He was taught to obey commands." Dominic looked at his father. "Is that true?"

Then he lay down on his side, facing away. That was when I felt the dread fully bloom in my chest. I unfolded the paper carefully. The handwriting was firm, deliberate. Resigned. ******* It read “Alpha Damon, If you are reading this, then I have already made my choice. The civil war has grown beyond control. Brothers turn on brothers. Blood stains the land that once fed our children. I see no path where I survive this without becoming something I do not recognize. I will not give my enemies the satisfaction of dragging me through the mud of defeat. I will not allow them to parade my corpse as a symbol of their victory.

My hands hit the wall of lockers hard enough to dent the metal, the sound echoing through the empty room. My wolf was screaming at me. Every instinct in my body wanted to turn around, find her, and undo every word I'd just said to the cameras. The bond had barely snapped into place and it was already tearing me apart, clawing at my chest like something trying to get out. I couldn't have a mate. Not now. Not while Drey was lying in a hospital bed with machines keeping him breathing, not while I had a list of enemies to hunt down for what they did to him. A mate meant weakness. A mate meant a target. A mate meant every single person circling my brother's near-death would have a new, easier way

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."

Lucas asked, “What's he talking about, Delaney?” “Erhm… not… nothing, babe.” She stuttered. “Do not make this about me, Kian. We are talking about Willow.” “Lucas, your girlfriend was in my room yesterday, trying to get me to sleep with her.” “WHAT?” The whole crowd erupted with chattery. “So Delaney is even the real slut, trying to cheat on her boyfriend.” “I can't believe it. Just because Kian's the captain.” “I don't blame her. He's hot. Hotter than Lucas.”

I didn’t have time to be hurt. We are at war and have intel that could be a turning point. Not to mention that we knew Ignazio would be starting an onslaught very soon. I let Cardinal sulk and got to what I do best, be a soldier. So for the last three days, that’s what I’ve been. I’ve been Captain Darren Delaney, the veteran Navy SEAL, the Bloodmoon warrior. I haven’t had time to talk to André about anything that isn’t the war. All our interactions have been in public spaces, so I haven’t even kissed him.

Captain revealed the most crucial and important information that could create chaos in the room. Ibrahim and Yusuff narrowed their eyes at Ajiad almost immediately while Aulia was lagging. It seemed like she didn’t expect the revelation or rather, didn’t expect that Captain was a legit informant. His knowledge was so pristine. “Will you be okay to meet with my child Dhia? She is a good kid.” “Mommy, sister Dhia is 60 years older than Captain, probably more. He needs a human wife, not a superhuman that lives more than 800 years. As much as I love him, I don’t want to see my sister getting hard broken over his death.”