Captain America Winter Soldier Steve Rogers Novels & Stories

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.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

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

Isabella asked as Liam let her down and by the time she turned to face her front she saw a large number of werewolf soldiers in their armor and some in their hood clothes. "Welcome Alpha. We have been waiting for your arrival." the captain of the soldier spoke, unveiling his face and he was no other than the fierce soldier who was crying to his colleague. His name is Jaguar. January bowed to Alpha Liam and his Luna Isabella. "Long live the Alpha! Long live the Luna!" January proclaimed. And the werewolf soldier lifted their voice in one accord and echoed along with Jaguar bowing their head to Alpha Liam as he held onto Isabella his Luna.

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.”

Anatashi said. "Two, once Tristan’s wolf was awakened after Rex turned him, Winter and I knew right then Tristan was the next Alpha of Nemesis. He must be protected at all costs. 3. We cannot leave him until he is safe with Rex, then our lives and spirits can be released and we can finally rest." Anatashi sighed. "You did die, but you were always our alpha. Winter, Tristan, and Rex were your past life, not this one. I will get the Royals ready. Just be patient a little while longer? Don't sacrifice yourself if another way exists." Moon asked again.

Her abilities were overpowering, and even though the red wolf held the ability to control emotions through behavior, there was no doubt in my mind that Raina could get those standing around us to do anything she wanted to. “Brett? Can you please ensure that all of our friends here are taken care of?” She stated as Brett and the other scouts broke through the treeline. The scouts approached the group of rogues that stood furthest from the car. A look of fear washed over the faces of the rogues, clearly aware of what was about to happen. The scouts moved quickly, dispatching the rogues before they could even think of making a move. I had never seen wolves kill others so quickly.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

I notice Oskar, his shirt hair glued to his face by the water. He laughs once our eyes connect, and he pulls himself to the surface. “What do we have here? It's Captain Densberry. Or do I say Captain America?” His teammates laugh, but I don't even blink. “Are you Oskar Wallin?” I nod at him, even though I know the obvious. He snorts, as if offended that I don't know him. That's what I asked that question with the obvious answer. “Is this you trying to be funny or something?” He asks. “are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?”