Steve Rogers Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Steve sent through the mental link to his men as they all drove up toward the territory boundary—toward the waiting horde of mindless, flesh-eating rogues. Emma was fervently praying to the moon goddess—a deity she didn't even believe in—that she and Steve wouldn't end up like Sleazy, a pack member who had been torn apart by rogues while attempting a supply run just weeks earlier. The memory of his mangled remains haunted her still, the images flashing before her eyes as the Alpha accelerated the motorcycle forward.

Just as I was about to unleash a commotion that broke loose in the hallway, Nick barged into the room followed closely by Cat who had her hand on her hips unimpressed by his presence. “Boss, sorry to barge in but we have a problem at the clubhouse”. Nick glared at Cat as she pushed past his shoulder. “Get out the pair of you” she growled. “It's okay Cat, by the sounds of things the Rogues have yet another drama, no doubt it’s because their Alpha is incapable of leading a pack”. Vivian yawned suddenly looking disinterested in what was occurring around her. “See you later Fiancee” I grinned “don’t forget to show Cat your ring”

Roger paused his actions and stared into her green alluring eyes. “Men like me love only once. I knew she wasn’t related by blood to me, but when you left me, I preferred taking my life than sharing it with anyone else who wasn’t you.” His words erased every doubt in her mind, and she climbed on top of him, pinning his back to the bed. Roger loved her wildness as she rode him like a crazy cat. The only food they wanted was themselves, falling asleep by midnight. It was only after Roger was dropping off Karen that he remembered the meeting with Destiny.

These logical conclusions were not at the forefront of Margaret’s mind because her mind was dominated by the sight before her Then, she heard a scream - Stella’s scream coming from the room close to the fire. Her animal pushed through and the red wolf came into full view before three of the imaginary rogues pounced her way. One of the unshifted rogues was screaming condescending remarks at her, telling her how irresponsible of a mother she was being to her child who was trapped.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

“What the fuck do you want, Steve?” Steve closed his eyes, leaning against the cool glass wall. Just hearing Ken’s voice made his cock throb. The obsession ran so much deeper than lust. Ken had been his anchor since boarding school—the one person who defended him when older boys taunted him about his “fairy father.” That moment of protection had planted something dark and possessive inside Steve. If love had destroyed his father, then Steve would never love. He would own. He would break first. “You. Naked. On your knees. That’s what I want.”

she slapped my hand away, then stomped inside her room. I turned my phone on and was greeted by several texts from Simon. 'I am sorry to bother you, Sebastian, but I have bad news. Crestwood Hotels and co. stole Steve Rogers from us. I think the corporate rat is behind this. call me later so we can discuss the details.' Simon said. I groaned and typed a quick reply to Simon. This was no good. The spy was ruining the company's chance to progress further. We have to catch him sooner than later.

Her heart trembled to recall what happened last time when there was a rogue. She sat down on the nearest chair as she wrings her hands together and taps her foot on the floor anxiously. Damon was the King of the Rogues, then how come there were rogues attacking him. Fred and Kayla must be with him. She just hope the three of them would be back safe and sound. Her heart was beating fast as she gnawed at her lower lip with her brows furrowed. After what felt like ages but was barely two hours when she heard footsteps approaching.

Rogers' head snapped back from the impact, a low moan of pain escaping his lips. "You're going to pay for this," Jaxon snarled, the veins in his neck bulging with rage. "You're going to pay for what you did to my wife” Rogers, his face a mask of pain and defiance, spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor. "Go to hell, Vaughn," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “What wife? I'm sure whatever is going on is fake. It's just another game plan of you and your grandfather. You're never capable of loving anyone, not to talk of a woman..” Rogers pointed out.

“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.