Lena Petrova 소설 & 이야기

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

“And you...” Everybody anticipated what Svetlana had to say, especially me. Oh, she only spits facts, I reckon, the only shifter who wasn't afraid to throw words even if it was for the Alpha. I should expect her to slap me with words just like what she did to the three. “Happy to work with you as your pack doctor, Luna Aera. Svetlana Ivanov is the name,” she introduced herself, bowing her head at me and proceeded to pound the neem leaf some more without waiting for my acknowledgment.

The lady who offered her seat said. "Be careful Ma'am." I chimed in at her as she got off. She smiled at me before she left. I took her seat, which felt warm, and then it clicked. My eyes almost popped out . There was no way it was possible. Can that be the case? Petra also had that same peculiar surname, and she had auburn hair and hazel eyes. That was a unique collection.. Were they siblings by chance? Casper looked rich without a doubt, and Petra was from Lunaria, the same country as Mikhail and possibly Lawrence and Casper.

Smiling, I left the phone on the counter and sat down, with five pairs of eyes staring me down. “You’d better sit down. This conversation is going to be long.” They remained in place. I shrugged. “Then I’ll summarize it as briefly as I can—in the time it takes for my food to arrive. My name is Faina Petrov.” I didn’t need to say whose daughter I was—they knew my father very well and the man who worked as his right hand, the one they were after when we first met. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Luther started pacing. “Daughter of Pyotr Petrov! That walking piece of shit who was with you told the truth. You’re the heiress to the Bratva throne.”

"I cannot wait to sprint back to our territory to be with them." The sharp pang inside me turns into a real ache. Egon’s mate has every single thing I want—her alpha’s total love, his devotion, and a real family of pups. And their bond was not some cold political arrangement forced by the Assembly of the Great Packs. Katharina is much younger than Egon. She was a Young Wolf Scholar at the academy with Mads. They fell in love while running dangerous border missions together for the secret warrior society the Andersen brothers control.

He was grayish colored and a smoke-like substance billowed around him. "Hurry or not I have all the time in this world or the next," he muttered. Against my better judgment, I approached him and sat in the chair provided. "I am Niamh Petrova, daughter of Nikolai Petrova and I am here to bring back my marked mate Lucian Sokolov. He was taken under false claims …well all but the toxin he was infected with by the moon Goddess," I said assuredly and his soulless eyes followed after me giving me goosebumps.

Only those invited were permitted inside. Natalia Petrov, the wife of Sergei Petrov, was the woman being laid to rest today. I had never met her and only learned her name today. However, observing the lengths my mother went to be here even with our families' longstanding rivalry, and hearing the way everyone spoke of her—I understood she must have been an extraordinary woman. A great beauty in her time. But she was young, too young, like my mother, to die. “Hello, boys.” The voice, cold yet unexpectedly gentle, pulled me from my thoughts.

“Salamah malam, I am Petra Noor Zafeela, a land magical girl from Kuala Salatam.” “Ah, nice to meet you too. I am Alisa Garbareva, a wind magical girl from Kartovik. And these are my friends, Floria Fresilca, Linne Helenawicz and Felipe Elsberg,” said Alisa, introducing her friends. “Hmm, the Garbareva family, Wicz, Elsberg, and members of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade at one table. What an interesting meeting,” Krista said. “Huh? So you know about my family?” Alisa was surprised to hear that remark.

“Not he. She. Nadia Petrova. My protégé. Ex-FSB cyber, defected five years ago. I recruited her in Prague. Brilliant cracked quantum encryptions for fun. But unstable. Lost her family to Volkov poisons in Chechnya. She wants the swarm not to destroy, but to weaponize. ‘Ethical revenge,’ she calls it. Target oligarchs, warlords. But she’s gone dark. Thinks the lock is a weakness. She’s brute-forcing with spliced DNA samples probably from Mikhail’s remnants. If she succeeds, she’ll rewrite the swarm to her code. No heirs needed.” Tension thickened the cabin air. Siberia’s history loomed: gulags where Alexei’s father died, birthing the Volkov grudge. The node wasn’t just tech it was a tomb of f

She wore simple black tactical pants and a grey t-shirt that showed the functional muscle in her arms. There was no softness to her. "This is Lena Petrova," Damian said. Lena circled Ava once. Her gaze was not judgmental; it was analytical, like a mechanic assessing a piece of unfamiliar machinery. "She has good balance from the yoga," Lena said to Damian, her English crisp and lightly accented. "But no core strength for impact. We start there." She then turned her full attention to Ava. "Forget everything you think you know about fighting. Your goal is not to win. It is to inflict shocking, debilitating pain for three seconds. In those three seconds, you run.