Marvel James Rogers Novels & Stories

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

Had they not done that, it would be my brother Ronan sitting in this office. Ronan would have been a great Alpha had our parents stuck with tradition, but luckily, he always knew that I’d be the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and never harbored any resentment towards me about it. Quite the opposite in fact – he’s proud of his big sister, boasting about me whenever he can, to anyone who will listen. I had originally thought that I’d make him my Beta and name our youngest brother Dax as the Gamma. But as time went on, Ronan realized that he wasn’t interested in a pack leadership role. No, he had his eyes set on something bigger – being involved in wolfpack politics at the national level. He st

She was about to slap him again when the guy hurriedly answered. “Rogers!" He was startled to see his men were dying, he didn't see what she did to them. She didn't even touch them! "Rogers sent us!”He answered hurriedly. Scarlett knew well who Rogers was. He is the successor to the Mafia leader, Amir Petrov, whom she was paid to be sent to hell through a sniper shot. One bullet between his eyebrows. “Make sure my message gets to him,” Scarlett held the guy’s hair fisted by her left hand while a knife made minor cuts on his throat with the other hand. “I will not make his death as easy as his predecessor.” Then she knocked the guy out.

“James, I’d like you to meet Captain Mars Roberts, USMCR,” said Blakeney as he introduced the newest member of the team. Mars Roberts was of average height, dark-skinned with an ath- letic build, and was maybe in his young thirties. The man held out a hand in greeting, the morning sun glinting off his polished bald head. “Good to meet you James,” he said as James shook his hand. He had a slight New Englander accent.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

I announced and Rogue nodded and asked for more details about the job. "Guys name is Justin, he was in the special forces for the military. Anyway he found out that he has an inoperable tumor on his brain and wants to go out fighting so he can get into Valhalla, he's a Norseman," I explained and Rogue grinned slightly and nodded.

Dominic: The moment the shield shattered, the world beneath my feet shifted. War. Betrayal. A threat older than my bloodline rising again. Flashback: The rogues might be involved in this eventually.” I said, looking at the man that I’ve known as my best friend throughout my whole life. The man who was rarely ever around, but the man to depend on if we needed him. Marcel’s words played in my mind, a silent promise. “I will stand by you. But should you include the rogues… that is where I will draw a line.”

"Who is he? This English spy?" "A man named Hugo Waverly. I wanted to kill him, but your brother assured me that he would take care of him. I trust him. Your brother and his friends have a deeper reason for needing to handle that man, and I am glad to give them that responsibility. I want no more blood on my hands."

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.