Peter Quill Novels & Stories

I twisted to look at Avi. “My wife and daughter have been singing your praises since yesterday. I have to admit I was a bit jealous I didn’t get to meet you. The name is Peter. Peter Heroux, previous Alpha of the Lunar Lake pack. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Peter reached his hand out through his book stacks and over the edge of the desk towards me. “Iris. Iris Armando of the Black Moon pack.” I smiled as I extended my hand out to shake his. “And future Luna of the Lunar Lake pack.” Peter grinned as he settled back in his chair. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Where Peter was there is a beautiful woman with flowing auburn hair down to her hips, and curve's that just don't quit. She is rather an attractive lady. But i must admit that I do have my reservations about this, I have never done this spell, and when I tried to call Ri'elle for advise he didn't answer. What if this is not my Peter, but rather some other person here in his place. Micheal must be feeling the same things that I am, because he asks Peter "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra?" Peter answered "Temba, his arms wide." This is a star trek reference that I suppose any Nerd would know, but it is something of a code that we use when we want to be sure who we are talking to.

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

His father is Quillion Daemon Van Kirk, leader of the Helix cartel. His mother is Samara Gianna Van Kirk. She is an Omega from Blood Moon. She died when Qillalon was just 10 years old. Birthday: January 4, 1993 Birthplace: Brooklyn, New York Known relationship: Eleanor Zalk and Mara Sansbury No criminal record in any county. He is clean. No bad records and, since grade school, he has always been top of his class. The only smudge on his record about his association with the cartel is because of his father.

“Then fight for them. Fight like your Alpha’s watching. Because he is. Because right now, he needs you. Everyone here needs you.” A boy, maybe sixteen, stepped forward, holding a silver dagger with shaking hands. “Luna, we’ll stand with you.” I reached for his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Then let them come.” The mist curled along the ceiling now. It pulsed with dark energy. And even though I was terrified, I didn’t step back. I stood tall. Luna. Mother. Mate. Warrior. I would not fall today. Not when the war had reached our doorstep. And not when we still had something worth saving. “Because right now, we are more than just ready for whatever it is to come…”

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

Waiting another 2 weeks for the council to move was painful, we had the proof that Alpha Vincent DeLuca had implimented a venture to sabbatage my pack. His actions alone will remove his title and assest to the next in line, his daughter Rose, since Michael is not of age, nor has his wolf. When Michael finally disclosed it was he who was texting me I couldn't help but swell with pride, this upcoming Alpha heir already shows how much integrity he has, he will be worthy of his title.

He was seething in anger and gritting his teeth. For such small matters, Jackson became ill-tempered. Where was this one coming from? "Beta Jackson, release Delta Peter now. Aspen!" It was Thorin who gave the command, and Aspen immediately obeyed. Peter was so scared and pissed that he stepped back while glaring at my beta. "What the f*ck, dude? For just a watch, you're planning to kill me!" He was furious as he panted. Peter's voice caught the attention of some of my warriors, including Draco, who just happened to come back.

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ev

It's that asshole that had lunch with us the other day, one of her 'brothers security team'. A big guy with white blond hair stops in front of me and holds out his hand, “My name is Peter, these guys are, Leon, Benny, and I think you already met Clint, then there is Harry, Sid. And that huge hunk of a man over there is Jaden. Give him a minute to check his girl's wounds and then the boss will fill you in.” So Paige is fucking her boss? Paige jumps off the table and the two of them turn to us, fuck, that’s her supposed to be brother, As he gets closer I am hit by an amazing scent, a mix of ground coffee and cinnamon. I look into his eyes, “MATE” Fury roars.