Captain America Human Torch Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I..” “Little human” The Alpha’s voice came in, cutting Grey off and startling me. Grey tensed beside me as The Alpha shot a menacing glare at him.

The Alpha on his other side extends his hand, "Alpha Torrence, nice to finally meet you Alpha Abigail," I take his hand and give it a firm handshake, "pleasure is all mine Alpha Torrence." My statement earns a low menecing growl from, Alpha Christov. I stand with my legs slightly parted, my shoulders squared as I reach out my hand to this God like man, who's dark brown hair falls in waves around his face, his icy blue eyes stare into mine as I reach my hand to him, "and you must be Alpha Christov." My heart pounds and my wolf is ready to howl "MATE," at any second.

We get out of the car and just as my door closes, the red one of the cottage opens and a tall, muscular man with sandy blonde hair and warm brown eyes smiles tiredly at us. "Luna!" He yells. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Callum. Your Gamma. As soon as we get our little sprout on a normal schedule I will be your right hand." I bounce up the stairs and pull him into a hug. He looks exhausted and I have nothing but warm feelings for him. "It's nice to meet you too! Now where is the little troublemaker? According to Sam I can be of some assistance." He smiles and leads me into the cottage.

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

The Reaper slowly slithered toward her as if like teasing her, hissing and baring it's teeth. Serra shakily lit the torch but it doesn't burn. The cold must have dampen the tip. She quickly opened the oil canister and poured the contents generously on the tip of the torch, sending a strong smell of gasoline in the air. She lit the torch again and it burns brightly and violently, devouring the tip with red hot flame.

Titan was ruled by the great, cruel, intelligent, dangerous personality, Ravan. Two humans present in craft worried about the human who was their travel companion in space voyage. They lost the companion in the space while they were busy repairing the space laboratory. Both settled on the driving seats of craft. ‘My younger brother, what’s your proposal for our next move?’ one of them asked the other one. ‘Brother! Ram! Accept my apology that I don’t obey your order….’ Tears rolled out from his younger brother’s eyes. ‘Lakshman! Don’t worry, and we will find the Sita, our companion.’ Ram placed his right hand on Lakshman’s left shoulder.

I searched for a duplicate surname, trying to get along with him so he left the lights on. “My name is Frida. Frida—” “Nobody cares about a commoner’s last name, Frida. Get that into your head, now put off the torch.” he seethed. I sighed, walking towards the first torch, dipping it in water. I peeked through the corner of my eye at Captain Draco. He was removing his shirt, making my face tint into a shade of red at his lean waist and sturdy body. As I put off the second torch which was the last torch, darkness welcomed the room. Just that instant, the ship swerved. That made me get a sickly feeling. Especially at the fact that it was like déjà vu.

Tania placed a cold hand on my chest but that cold was stolen away by a rush of fire that engulfed my body from our point of contact. I clamped my jaw, grating my molars as I sucked in a scream of utter anguish as tendrils of the flames sought out every damaged and broken part of me, stitching it together at an unnatural pace even for me. Just as quickly as the flames latched onto me, they released me. My eyes widened and I gasped when Tania set me free. With a bit of struggle, I pushed to my feet and then stretched my aching bones and muscles. Dea's glasses had snapped in two, a spider-web of cracks running over both lenses, "Can you repair this?"

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

He must’ve shifted to his human form. I heaved a breath. That form will be much less intimidating. I blindly searched the floor for one of the fallen torches, gripped them, and dragged their tip harshly against the floor to produce friction—and in a swoop, fire caught the top of the torch and I swung it to the cell to catch a glimpse of the rogue’s human face.