Steve Rogers Avengers Novels & Stories

"When I have free time, I will visit him." Roger didn't answer, just nodded. Roger is a person who is good at hiding his emotions, except for the first day he hears about Erza; the next day, he returns to his normal appearance. Fun to talk to, still teasing Evelyn, but she didn't bother to fight or fight with him. At first glance, Roger may be heartless, but few people understand that he wants to bring some air to everyone. Last night, I caught him sitting by the riverside, his eyes so brooding that he didn't know I was standing behind him.

Yulia berated him. Rogers closed his eyes as tears streaked down his eyes. Whatever internal turmoil he was going through meant nothing to me. He was going to pay with his life. “Who wants Yulia?” I asked. “I can not tell you that, not even with the threat of death,” Rogers said defiantly. “So go ahead and kill me, it changes nothing.” “Helena Craven,” Yulia said and I froze. “How do you know that name?” Rogers asked with shock written all over his drunk face.

I pointed out. “Your pack was constantly under attack from a neighbouring pack and Steve needed them gone so he went to the rogues for help. They offered him their protection and helped him defeat his enemies and in return he would be on their side and hand over his army when the time came.” Aaron clarified and I growled. How stupid was Steve to strike a deal with the rogues? If he wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him. “Anything else?” I asked Aaron and he shook his head.

"I would also make a lot of money from this so please, let me continue to carry out my…. " The scientist's statement was cut short in surprise when he saw Rogers change form rapidly into a full werewolf. He felt his heart race harder as though was ready to escape into and out of his mouth. Rogers didn't care about the scientist's protests. He hates talkativeness as it irritates him. Without wasting more time he surged forward towards him and pierced his Long wolf claws right into his neck and the scientist crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around his head. When Rogers saw that the scientist was still struggling for his life, he crouched down before him and all his painful struggles ended

He paused and glared hard at me, trying to pry open my fingers on his torso. “Stop now, and tell me who he is?” I asked him calmly, suppressing my anger, and took a deep breath in the end. “Lauren’s first trainer, Vincent. Remember that military retire guy? He was the first one who tried to kill Lauren during a practice match.” Caellum yelled aloud. My blood went cold. How could I forget that person? Steve Rogers… A veteran and highly skilled in martial arts. Lauren was only seven at that time. I slowly moved my gaze to the person lying on the floor.

Especially if she were human. "If you're going to disappear on me, at least give me a heads up." I was yanked out of my thoughts by a low, whisper-yell. Casting my gaze down, I found my beta glaring up at me—a beta I had chosen after taking care of the previous beta of the rogues. Along with the previous Alpha, Huxley, I had to hunt down and put an end to the tyranny of all his followers so I could take on the role of Alpha of the rogues with less of a hassle.

Soon, more than thirty wolves were gathered around in human form, sitting or standing in the open area near the pack house. Steve stood in the middle, looking around at the strong, loyal faces that were waiting for him to speak. “Thank you all for coming so quickly,” Steve began, his voice firm and full of authority. "I wouldn’t call you here unless it was very important. I have some news, and we don’t have much time.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “ Someone very close has joined the rogues, he is no longer one of us, and he’s not alone. I have reason to believe he met with other rogue wolves, and they are planning something against me and possibly the rest of us.”

Still, eyes lingered on them admiringly, especially on Luis, which somehow felt like a small relief. His gaze flicked to Rogers, cold and sharp. "You really have no idea what you’re getting yourself into," he said lowly. Rogers laughed. "Oh really? And are you planning on harvesting my organs too?"

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

“I was playing before you showed up. I’ll play after you leave. Keep your benefits for the next player you meet.” Roger's eyes widened. He couldn't believe I'd reject his offer. For a second, his grip tightened. “You’re brave today,” he murmured. “Is it because you think someone’s going to save you?” Kane. The thought hit me instantly. And I hated that Rogers said it out loud, like he could see it written all over me. “I don’t need saving,” I replied. That part was true. I couldn’t afford to need anyone right now. Rogers hummed again, unconvinced. His hand slid slightly at my waist, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from reacting.