Heroes Petrelli Novels & Stories

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

She turns and sort of hop-jumps excitedly over to him. “I swear if anything happens to her, I will KILL you.” I say with full vigor while staring at him to make sure he understands. Luna is my world and I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her. “I promise, Luna is safe.” He says placing his hand to his heart and giving me those puppy dog eyes again. Which by the way is a little comical coming from a 6’5” man but also kind of cute. “There’s this pizza shop just down the street with a small patio. They allow pets and even encourage it!” He continues with a proud smile. Luna yips and jumps in excitement to show she agrees with the plan.

I was taken aback, my mind reeling with the memories of my mate's betrayal. The resemblance was uncanny, and it stirred something within me. I felt my beast stirring, my heart racing with fury… I parked my SUV and followed her from a distance, my eyes fixed on her as she walked down the street. She eventually entered a restaurant I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Marco's number. "Marco, I need you to investigate someone for me," I growled into the phone. "A human, she just entered Taste of Heaven on Avenue A. She's got a petite yet athletic build, sun-kissed blonde hair, and expressive brown eyes, with alabaster skin.

They had to be patient. Cheryl's voice was so quiet, even with the enhanced hearing of a Werewolf Jeff could barely hear. "Why do you want to bother with me Kyle? I'm a Werewolf without a wolf or one of my arms. If my wolf ever does decide to join with me again, I'll be a three legged wolf. How would I hunt? You'd be a laughing stock for having a mate that was a freak." She started to almost sound hysterical.

"It was not negotiable, Callaway. Goodnight!" Dealing with more than a century-old McCain vampire one required all hands on deck, all the help they could get but for me, that would have diluted that feeling of accomplishment. She didn't need help to kill my family according to the witnesses, I didn't need help to kill her either. There was a reason Gordon got me training other hunters, I was the best after him. Raw talent, he called it. After the call, I changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, grabbed the burger I was carrying in my bag pack and sat my zonked body on the couch thumbing up on my laptop's keyboard.

Unaware that he’d set off something that made Pandora’s heart race even more. “Your cat?” she asked. Which cat? Even she was just a cat in Kingston’s eyes. It wasn’t possible for Pandora to speculate on her own. Guessing without seeing the truth, while also afraid to accept reality. “Chicit. I mean, a cheetah. Helios just called me and said the results were positive. I’m going to have a big hybrid cat after breeding my cat. A crossbreed between a cheetah and a puma. I’ve already imagined what those kittens will look like.”

The Penetierre family were closed friend of the Sanches parents. Young Master Hero had not had communication with Shasha lately as he became busy of his birthday preparation. Master Henry with his wife and Young Master Hero were busy greeting the guests. Master Henry introduced the daughter of the Peneteirre's to Hero. "Hero this is Sarah, daughter of Mr and Mrs. Peneteirre. They are our business partner in US. "Hello Hero, at last I meet you. Happy birthday!" Sarah exclaimed happily. "Hi, glad to meet you," Young Master Hero said briefly.

"You seem awfully defensive for an innocent man." Martin stepped closer, his expression hardening. "And you're sounding more like a man with nothing than a man with a badge." With that, Martin walked away, leaving James standing alone, watching. Later that evening, Lorenzo sat in his penthouse apartment, swirling a drink in his hand while staring at the TV—which played, but he wasn’t watching. His phone buzzed. An unknown number. He clicked it open. A video. His hands went clammy. It was the scene outside the club, the altercation with Jess. Her scream. The blow. Her limp body. Him scrambling, wiping his fingerprints. It was all there.

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

I spent years away from my home, I thought being around my other peers would help me stop thinking about Chris. Even though he was my childhood friend I missed him dearly. A trait my mother called weakness. A sight I swore never to show in front of her or anyone else in the Eon pack. Though we were a few, the rules were strict, not following them meant rejection from the others otherwise death. But after a long time of not seeing Chris, I met someone,his name was Miguel Torres. A wealthy billionaire werewolf. He came from the respectable, feared, Torres Fire pack