Steve Rogers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

In the private room, the people present witnessed the gentle expression on the boss's face disappear along with his smile, returning to that iron-willed and ruthless D they admired. Curiosity arose among them. What kind of person could make the merciless Roger act so warmly, as if holding them in the palm of his hand? Roger took a deep breath and scanned the document in front of him. With a gulp of wine, he took out his phone and started typing. Every word, he did it reluctantly. Ten minutes later Natalie came across Roger's latest I*******m post: "I don't know why, but supporting my sister has been misconstrued as a romantic relationship between siblings."

Roger pleaded. “Perhaps there’s a way to settle this,” he said, his voice suddenly calm. “The only way you can make up for this,” he continued, “is if you give her to me for the night.” My breath caught, my body stiffening as I looked at Roger, my eyes silently pleading with him. Roger’s expression didn’t change. He leaned back in his chair and looked between me and the alpha who had spoken. Then, slowly, he smirked. “Of course,” he nodded. “I’d do anything to please my friends.”

My mate, Lycan Steven, had pretended to be my professor at school. I had been fooled into falling in love with his tactics and acting to reclaim me—his mate. He had successfully claimed my heart again. A low growl interrupted us as a rogue appeared from the bushes. He attacked my mate, but Steven dodged swiftly and clawed the rogue's heart. The rogue was killed instantly, a testament to Steven's strength. After finishing with the rogue by consuming its flesh and discarding its head, I stood there in awe, struggling to grasp the reality unfolding before me.

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

Vexon grumbled. Steve laughed, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth, and provoked, "Ruby will never be yours. She is mine. She loves me, and I love her. You tore apart two lovers. We were about to get married and live happily before you came into our lives like a bad—" Vexon's nose flared with anger, and he started kicking Steve out of rage, although Steve had lost consciousness by then. I mumbled seeing the situation, "Vexon, stop."

Darius POV More time has passed and finally Roger has gotten a message to me that he will be helping me get out. He is waiting for three more days when there are new recruits guarding the cells. It will be easier to take them down, according to him. When I asked after Anton, Roger told me that he found his mate in his group of rogues and they have been fucking like damn nymphs since they felt the bond. Figures my beta would forget the mission for some pussy. I hope he is enjoying himself, because I’m beating the shit out of him when I get out of here.

As Rogers lunged at her once again, she unleashed a torrent of fire, engulfing him in a scorching inferno. Rogers howled in pain as the flames licked at his fur and seared his flesh. The intensity of the fire threatened to consume him, its searing heat penetrating deep into his being. Yet, even in the face of such agony, he refused to relent. With a surge of power, Rogers broke free from the flames, his eyes glowing with feral rage. He launched himself at Beverly once more, his claws aimed at her throat. But Beverly had anticipated his move, her supernatural reflexes allowing her to sidestep his attack.

"My thousand wolves want to fight with you against Big Boss, Prince Nathan. Tonight is the perfect opportunity to do that when we already plotted everything." Roger said back. "What do you mean you guys have plotted everything?" If my instinct was right about what he just said, why do they still need me? I'm just a no-one with no experience in leading a battle. Roger suddenly waved his hands behind me. When I turned my face around, I was surprised when the daughter he was referring to was the female wolf who worked as one of the servers in my dad's restaurant. That explains her familiar eyes. They resembled Roger's.

“I will get you an apartment, but you can’t stay in my house anymore, not when you are a bad memory to Megan.” Steve looked at me from top to bottom and scoffed. “I never thought I’d see the day you would fall head over heels for any woman.” He chuckled mockingly. “You are so whipped, bro.” That word made my blood turn to lava. I couldn’t stop myself from giving Steve another blow, but this time to his nose, and he instantly started bleeding. “I don’t love Megan or anyone!” I yelled, scaring Steve for the first time in a while. “Megan is my insurance package to getting what I deserve from my father and nothing more.”