Fiona Miss Peregrine Novels & Stories

I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer.

I opened the door to find Morgana and Thomas standing in front of Fiona, who had this annoying smug smile on her face the second she saw me. “My wayward daughter.” She greeted me. She eyes me up and down, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” I gave my coldest smile, “The mother of the year.” “Let’s move past the unnecessary formalities.” Thomas started, “You said you’d only talk to Cordelia, and here she is. Now, tell us what you know.” Fiona’s eyes didn’t leave me, her contempt shone brightly, “Debra Gray found me a few months ago, literally begging for my help.”

A shiver down my spine. “Fiona.” We found her on the cliffs beyond the river, standing at the edge like she was staring down the gods themselves, daring them to strike. Her white cloak whipped in the wind like storm-torn banners, and her silver hair shimmered in the moonlight, each strand a thread of defiance. She looked less like a woman and more like an omen—something between ghost and goddess, carved from legend and grief. There was a tension in the air, as if the land itself held its breath, waiting to see whether she would leap or unleash the fury coiled inside her.

I said as we shook hands and cheered our drinks. When I turned around and saw her walking to the car with the same guy, my heart bled with envy. My night was not memorable when I think of them together, and the thought of that guy fucking her tonight made it even worse. I wanted to invite Laura to my house for a sleepover, but it was already late, and I had no choice but to masturbate myself to sleep the night before. Following the signing of a new agreement with Pattinson Gryphon, a company that converts various materials into finished goods. He is also known as a mafia gang leader, but he disguised himself with a company through which he invested $2 billion in the banking industry.

Fiona and I exchange looks when he shifts and dashes out. “What is it?” I ask when Fiona starts pacing. She must be picking up and making sense of the howls. “I don’t know. The howls. They are specific. Rogues and death…” she says, and starts hyperventilating. I rush to her like a caring friend. “Fiona, are you okay?” “They…they are specific…” she halts. “It is a royal…an heir…Xaden,” she shakes her head, refusing to believe what is very clear in my mind.

Fiona hurriedly explained, "I really didn't know! After all, Lord Henry doesn't live in Harmony Palace. I thought that since he lived at Grovehill Estate, his concubines would also stay there. I truly don't understand why Grand Princess Eleanor treated her that way." Molly usually wouldn't defend Fiona, but she felt a wave of crisis this time as Carissa aggressively pursued the matter. For the first time, Molly stepped in to help Fiona. "I believe Lady Fiona is a good person, Commander Sinclair. She only wanted to give Lady Wendy a better life." Carissa's expression remained icy. "A good person, you say? So, did Lady Wendy go of her own accord, or did you deceive her into coming with you?"

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

"My birthday next month is the perfect opportunity. During the chaos, you storm in and take control of the Council of Elders. I've already contacted the old loyalists." Ken wrapped an arm around her waist intimately. "Whatever you say, sweetheart." She leaned into him naturally. Her eyes flashed with vicious resolve. "The Blue Moon Pack owes us. It's time they paid. "As for Ryan–" She lowered her voice. "I'll deal with him personally." I trembled. Fiona hadn't lost her memory. She was the orphaned survivor of the West Azure Pack. She approached Ryan for revenge. I had to tell Edgar, but I had neither voice nor body. I was nothing but a drifting spirit.

Fiona caught the Peridot shaking her head slowly. “No, not just them,” The latter suddenly uttered before she walked back to the table and took the mortar, dropping the Lily petal into it and stretching her hand toward Fiona. The latter cautiously took the mortar with both hands while never letting her gaze leave the Peridot’s Choker. “Keep the most vigilant eyes on Phyllis. Never let her fall into Deveron’s hands.” Came the instruction that caught Fiona off-guard. She directed a confused stare at her Mistress, completing ignoring the fact that she was not supposed to look the latter in the eye.

"But, your being here proves nothing. How are we supposed to believe that—" Fiona cuts him off, her gaze steely as she takes out a file from her purse. "Believe this." She hands the file to Jeremy, who takes it skeptically. However, his jaw tightens as he scans the contents. The documents inside clearly show Fiona as the owner of Mistyca. There's no room for doubt. Jeremy's tension heightens, and Leah, equally on edge, snatches the file from him. As she reads the pages, paranoia grips her and she realizes that the perfumes they used to kill the Lycan King indeed belonged to Fiona's company.