Captain America: Steve Rogers 1 Novels & Stories

"At the start yeah. Get close to the captain. Learn the weaknesses. Take down the name that killed my brother. But then you kept pushing back. Kept seeing me. Montreal changed shit. Your place changed more. I tried to end it because getting you killed was not part of the plan." "Yet you keep showing up" I said voice rising a little. "Every text every stolen moment. You sleep better when I am next to you. Admit it. This ledger is our chance. We do not have to tear each other apart anymore. We hit the real enemy together. Expose the owner the syndicate all of it."

The situation was now becoming intense with everything bestowed on rogers next action. “Should we attack him boss?” one of them whispers to rogers. “NO!” he answers and makes some few steps towards Valentine, everyone froze on seeing this as the environment changed and the mist kept on blurring their view, a cold and light wind blew through them and this implied that it wasn’t safe for them anymore. “Let me out buddy, this guy is really pulling my nerves!” Cadis says to Valentine. “You have killed one of our own werewolf, we don’t wish to fight you” Rogers says as everyone else feels so disappointed as he spoke, they were itching to strike on the werewolf and avenge Lucas death at that point

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

I am just processing everything. 'Thank you, but to answer your question. Yes Aaron is a Lycan and he is your Beta. His Lycan, Thanatos, has always been my second hand man. So I am glad Queen Nadea kept him by my side. Oh and don't ask about that right now. I will explain that after this run.'

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

Roger repeated his question as he approached us. Caesar pulled me behind him and clenched his fists. “And who are you?” “I'm Roger or as you like to call me ‘Steve Rogers’. You bully me everyday, remember?” Rogers said with a hint of disgust in his tone. “Bully you?” Caesar scoffed. “I don't even know who you are.” “Jenna, are you okay? You can come out if he's hurting you.” Rogers yelled. Okay. That's not good. “I will never hurt my Jenna!” Caesar growled. Before he could lunge for Rogers, I stepped out of hiding and blocked him.

Hearing the order, the men quickly put their weapons back into their sheaths. For a brief moment, the room fell into a tense stillness—one that lasted only a heartbeat. While they were distracted, Steve activated his ability again. His presence vanished. This time, he went straight for the one who was most distracted—the man speaking into the communication device. Their leader had ordered them to bring Steve alive. “Okay, sir—” The sentence was never completed. A thin red line of aura from Steve’s blade appeared across the man’s throat.