Captain America Human Torch Novels & Stories

she says between sobs. “Oh Athena, you should have accepted my proposal in the first place. I would we'd you and take good care of you. Then none of this would've happened. But what did you do? you decide to go after a mere human.” He says, his voice laced with so much hatred. “And then you decided to kill him?” Athena says, heart clenching in sorrow. “He never would've survived being an Alpha anyway. Humans are weak, pathetic beings. They do not deserve to be with wolves. I only did him a favor.” He said, grinning mischievously. Athena's heart breaks all over again from agony.

the Captain continued with a sneer, his voice dripping with mischief. "And this one opportunity isn't going to slip by." Anthony's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving the Captain's face. Grinch passed a pack of cigarettes to him, Antonio clenched one in-between his teeth unblinkingly. He flicked open a sleek gas lighter, the metallic click echoing through the air, sounding like a challenge to Captain Morgan. Small flame erupted, casting a warm glow on Antonio and Morgan's face as he lit the cigarette. He took a long, deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a halo,

To the absolute, paralyzing horror of the mercenary captain, the bright orange fire on the roof didn't spread—it turned a deep, ghostly silver, the heat violently dying out as the flames were literally frozen into solid, crystalline shards of glowing ice. The captain stared at his torch, the flame snuffing out into a trail of white smoke before it could even touch the oil barrel. "What... what are you?" he whimpered, dropping the useless iron shaft as his knees buckled from the sheer weight of her divine pressure. Before he could even hit the wooden floorboards, a massive, ink-black shadow descended upon the porch like a meteor.

“You have nothing to worry about, Marcus. No matter how stubborn my father can be, I am still the Alpha. He'll have no choice than to respect my orders.” He exhaled sharply. “I'm not gonna lie, Lazar.” ​Marcus is my best friend, but he’s also my Beta. When he calls me by my name instead of "Alpha," I instantly know he's talking to me as my friend, not as my second-in-command. “I am worried about you. You know how Alpha Darius can be. He doesn't know your mate. He doesn't know that she's human. It's keeping me up all day, man.” “I appreciate your concern, Marcus. I really do, but you should stop dwelling on what my father will do if he finds out that my mate is human. I don't give a fuck abou

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

“By the power of the elements, I cleanse that mask off!” Vanessa’s voice grew louder with each word, her eyes blazing with determination. The room filled with crackling energy as the purplish smoke enveloped Luciana, swirling around her like a protective shield. Luciana’s eyes widened in surprise, her hands instinctively reaching out to shield herself from the water. But instead of a splash, the water seemed to dissolve into a shimmering mist as it made contact with her skin. The room was filled with eerie silence, broken only by Vanessa’s rhythmic chanting.

His phone buzzed, and the screen blinked with a bold name-CAPO. “He knew it. You didn’t finish the job,” Samson sighed and took another puff of the cancer stick. Antonio left him there with his call and knew the humanity Samson was feeling would vanish in a few moments when his master would smoke the words of darkness inside him. SAMSON: Yes, Capo. He bit his tongue. CAPO: Hello, my Rook.

A torchlight shines over my face, making me squint. 'Slave, how I've missed you!' Alpha Tate says in a sadistic tone. 'You look so different, so beautiful, all scrubbed up, all nice and fancy!' he says, licking his lips. 'If you even think about laying a finger on her, I will cut your frigging balls off!' Sally yells. 'Well, well, I've always wanted a pet human,' Tate chuckles. 'Why does everyone keep referring to me as a human? she yells.

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."