Captain America Human Torch Novels & Stories

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.

I’d be locked up in a heartbeat. “Oi, what are you doing? Where is she?” Levi bounds into the office looking around. Confused that I would be sitting away in the office when I’d found my mate. I gesture at the screen as Levi comes around the back of the desk beside me “Who is that?” “My mate, she’s fucking human”

The captain then got into the air craft which then began to hover above ground with a low whirring noise before climbing higher into the air then blasting off forward until it was merely a speck in the clear blue summer sky. “Well,” sighed Natasha, “I guess that just leaves us.” Lucas noticed that she was still feeling hurt having been left out. “How exactly does this shield work again?” he got her attention and she smiled. “Yeah,” cut in Marcus, “time to see what Captain America here can really do!” “Oh, there's something else I forgot to show you,” Natasha said and the rest of them followed her to another chamber, leaving behind Jenna and Katie in the main chamber. “At least they're having

Only those that we don't know refer to him as Beta Colten out of respect. "I think you know why I'm here." Colt replies with a sad look in his eyes. It's no secret that this war took a toll on me. But what many don't realize is the toll it takes on those around us as well. Being my Beta, Colt also felt the snap of each pack link as our members were killed. Being a Beta meant that he was my second in command. While I may be the face of the pack, Colt is the brains behind it. With the onslaught of the war, Colt was forced to work overtime, even recruiting his son early to help fill in where needed.

"About today… I'm sorry you were upset, but Nanette's the Beta's daughter, and I need her father's support." His flimsy explanation seemed to grind my dignity underneath his foot. I felt a bitter laugh rising in my heart, but I forced a smile and said, "I understand, Draco. You're the Alpha and the head of the pack, so of course I'll understand." Draco froze. He stared at me in disbelief, then suddenly pulled me into his arms. "I knew you loved me, so you'd be strong for me. That's more like the Lea I know."

” The Iru orbs around him fly hitting Banaspati. Yup, it isn’t distinguished already. “Ah, shit.” Alfi sighed. “YOU BASTARD!” Banaspati turns into a figure of a man full of fire like the Human Torch of Fantastic 4 (It’s not plagiarism as its form is like that based on the folklore anyway!). It flies to Alfi really fast. Alfi unsheathes Tipit from his left sleeve and hits Banaspati to the sky like hitting a ball with a bat.

If he didn't get it, I would myself, and there'd be hell to pay. Ironhead nodded and quickly retrieved the blowtorch from the nearby workbench. He handed it to me, his face a mask of concern. The rest of the guys stood back, their expressions a mix of shock and grim acceptance. They knew what needed to be done. I ignited the blowtorch, the blue flame hissing to life. Derick's eyes widened in terror, his bravado crumbling. "Please, don't do this," he begged, his voice cracking.

The barrel of the tactical shotgun was a dark, unblinking eye staring right through my chest, but it was the face of the man holding it that made the blood freeze in my veins. David Mercer looked like a ghost of the man standing in front of me, an older, rougher, infinitely more cruel version of Jaxson.

His ruined eye socket was black and empty, but the other eye glowed red. Not gold. Red. His neck bent at an impossible angle as his head turned toward me. When he smiled, blood slid between his teeth. “Human Luna,” he rasped. The fireline went out. Every flame. Every torch. Every coal. Darkness dropped over the camp like a hand closing. And in the black, the dead soldier whispered, “The Alpha wants his key back.”