Steve Rogers Fanart Novels & Stories

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

It has to be him, behind the anonymous messages, the only one that knows my secret, exposed me to the pack so that he could have me for himself. I shove him back, shaking with anger. Ragnar steps back. He lifts an eyebrow. "Not exactly the thank you I was expecting, seeing as I saved you from certain death." "You're no different! You only want something from me." "Now it doesn't have to be like that," Ragnar says, his voice dripping with silk, even as he bends to pick up the knife. "Greater things are at stake. Half of my territory are being invaded by a bunch of rogues. The Red fang, crimson moon pack..." He pauses, stepping closer, his fingers tracing down my cheeks almost delicately.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

Franka's arrogant look made Razer very unhappy. "There are many things that science cannot prove. I was just speculating based on existing scientific theories." Franka really liked to see her best friend crumble in her hands, and said with a mean smile: "So?" "so...." Cross veins burst out on Razer's forehead, and a little thunder and lightning seemed to bloom from the dragon horns on both sides of his head. The two started their daily bickering again (1/1). Roger, who was supposed to be the protagonist , suddenly became a peripheral character. Looking at the two "living treasures" who were part-time losers across from him, Roger wanted to return to the necklace. It was so floating outside t

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

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.