Captain America X Bucky Novels & Stories

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Millie, Lilac, and Beta Dillon smelled something fishy about Bella, but they remained silent and let the alpha deal with it. Drake smirked, then suddenly changed his mood. “If you are involved with this, Bella, I swear to all the gods and goddesses, I won’t give you mercy.” He uttered flatly. “If something bad happens to the both of them, mark my words, Bella, I will send you to hell and meet my demon!” he added and turned his back to face Emily. “Millie, keep a close eye on my stray.” He ordered. “I will find those antidotes; I’ll need Beta Dillon.” He mumbled while fixing Emily’s blanket and caressed her face before he planted a kiss on her forehead.

The female captain gritted her teeth as she spoke, “Although you have powerful martial arts and significant background, no one is above the law! You won’t be able to escape from it! Justice may come late, but it will never be absent. Even if you kill us all today, there are still countless people like us in America.” Alex faintly smiled. “You gave good reasons. Unfortunately, you don’t even know that you’re just a pawn.” Besides, her captain was shot to death by her colleague earlier, but she just stepped forward and said that she wanted to execute him right there and then without taking an interest in the rights and wrongs. This person was very problematic. Alex did not think that he could

He started to stand up—then hesitated. “And for what it’s worth,” he added, voice lower now, “the team trusts you. Even if the Captain’s acting weird.” I blinked. “You noticed?” “Everybody noticed,” Blaze said. “He hasn’t missed a game day in three years. Not even with a busted ankle.” Something sank in my stomach. “Let him have his tantrum,” Blaze said. “We’ve got this.” And just like that, he was gone—pulling his helmet on and skimming into the hallway like the ice was calling him home.

"Bucky's right! If this kid knows what's best for him, he'll kneel and apologize, and this will be considered over! Otherwise, he'll suffer the consequences!" Aurelia agreed along as though she had full control over Leon. At least that was what she and Bucky thought. With Bucky being in the Initial Emperor State, he was almost unrivaled in the younger generation of martial artists. Hence, Aurelia did not think that a lowly vice president could stand a chance against Bucky.

I just wanted to stay with him like this for the rest of my life. He blew a whistle and I heard the roaring of a motorbike. "Aha, our ride is here," Lucas said. I looked up and saw Lucian standing in front of a giant Harley Davidson, holding two helmets in his arms. "Hey," he said. I gave him a dark look without saying anything. "It's nice to meet you, too, Miss Falco," Lucian said in a monotonic voice and handed the helmets to Lucas. I ignored him. If Lucas was an average asshole, his half-brother Lucian would be the grandmaster level of an asshole.

He plugged it, placing it on Adolf's back, and pulling his flesh out with it. “Ahhhhrrrrrrrghhhh!” He growled painfully on the floor, having bolted down on his stomach with the pull on his flesh. “I'll talk now… I will talk now… Please don't kill me…” He begged, wailing in pain. “We give you one second to start doing that.” Bukky told him. “I took photographs of the estate and guards, coordinates of weapons drops and boss Bukky’s daily schedule, to him.” The envelope I had yesterday night contained the coordinates of the new weapon—X16 Pulse Retreater.

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”