Superheroes Captain America Novels & Stories

"You just gave them your car and a beautiful car at that and also, you didn't even bother to take a cash out. God! I would have just took it had I known you were just going to throw it away and-" "Women." He groans and I laughed once again, dangling from above. "We'll have the car tracked and collected. I couldn't afford a shootout with you here." He mumbled. "I can handle a shootout, especially if you'll be my shield. You know, like that shield Captain America uses to shield himself from dangerous things and-" Another smack on my ass made me shut my mouth and I sigh, ignoring the voices in my head that were telling me to reach out my hand from above his shoulder and grab his butt!!

Alpha Asher says as he runs his hand through his pink hair. “What do you mean by recently? Any information you give us can be helpful,” Lucas pleads. “And who are you, Captain America?” “Ha, yea. We got the whole Avengers Team in here, don’t we, Ash?” I roll my eyes at the brothers’ banter, and try to stay calm as they continue to waste what little time we have. If Darius was here, he’d probably be punching Asher in the face to make him listen. I’m on the verge of doing just that, but I’m more patient than he is in these types of moments. It’s probably a good thing he stayed behind to oversee his pack and mine while we are out on this search party.

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

The stench of blood and death fills the air and when the last rogue is confirmed dead, I stand in front of the crowd, shifting back to my human form to address them but before I can, they begin to whisper. "Who is he?" "I think he's Abaddon's son." "No, that's who the Rogues talk about, The Bloody Alpha." "The Bloody Alpha? I didn't know he was real." "The Bloody Alpha will protect us." It starts with just a group nearby, but soon the whole clearing has joined in, kneeling before me, a mixture of desperation, hope and adoration on their faces. I don't need a mirror to know I'm covered in blood, the sticky feeling is enough to know there's barely an inch of my skin not covered.

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

“The person who’s looking to hire bodyguards is the Supreme Warrior. The one and only strongest person in our Cathysia army, the Supreme Warrior!” “Psst!” The ten girls in front of him took sharp breaths of fright when they heard this. They had no idea that it was the Supreme Warrior who was looking for bodyguards.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.