Petra Aot Novels & Stories

Her door simply had a lock on it. Petra took a seat at the instruction of the summoner and began to share her ordeal. She withheld some information, though, no one knew what he was capable of. “This is no big deal, I'll help you.” Petra's heart flung into full action, the beats accurate and so loud she could hear them inside her head. Who knew it would be this easy? “Come to the motel on Crescent avenue this evening by 4pm. You'll get the room number at the reception.”

Petra in Summer Petra arrived on a Tuesday with one bag, three opinions about the road, and the particular energy of a woman who had been anticipating something for long enough that arrival was its own kind of relief. She was broad-shouldered and grey-haired and moved through the world with the confident practicality of someone who had long since stopped asking permission for the space she occupied. She came through the keep gate, assessed the courtyard with the comprehensive sweep of a woman doing an appraisal, and turned to Elara and said: "Well. It's bigger than I expected."

Those days were gone. “Pete,” Petra finally spoke, her voice composed and professional, each word measured. “Your level of shamelessness really sets a new low for the human race. And that’s on me. I should’ve checked the attendee list more carefully. Didn’t expect two scums to slip in here.” The sentence landed sharply. For a brief second, Pete’s confident expression twitched. It was not the reaction he expected. Zoe’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Something in Petra’s tone sounded different from what she remembered.

She asked, and my aunt nodded. "Awesome.. So Auntie Annie, would you mind opening one that leads to Paris for me? Yunno... to burst me outta this joint? " We laughed, and I went over to hug her "I'll really miss you, Ray." Thanks a lot for being here for me. " She hugged me back and we stayed like that till my aunt coughed, "The portal is supposed to be open for just a few minutes honey. We have a few seconds left. And Rachel, you probably should start going home now. Your parents will be waiting for you. "

“It’s Jax. I need your help.” There's silence on the line. “It’s three in the morning,” she says finally. “I know. I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.” Another pause follows. I can almost hear her thinking it through, deciding what to do. Petra has always been cautious, that’s the reason she lasted so long working with the council. “What is this about?” she finally asks. “I can’t say it on the phone, but we need to meet face to face. Somewhere neutral.”

Immediately he leaves, Petra comes into the dining room and plops herself right beside Kayola. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the most talked about soldier in the whole of the Peasants pack,” Petra says with a huge smile plastered on her face. “Aunt, you heard already?” Kayola asks, pretty surprised. “This is a small town, Kayola, word moves around fast,” Petra replies and Kayola nods in agreement. “Well, just know that I am very proud of you, okay?” “Thank you, Aunt Petty,” “Alright, finish your meal and go to sleep, you had a very busy morning,” Petra advises Kayola, and with this, she leaves the dining hall.

"Welcome. I wasn't aware we were being audited this quarter." Roman smiles back at her. "Protocol 7. Surprise audits fall under the new Ashcroft compliance charter." Her face twists. I file that expression away. Cassian whispers in my comm, "Her name's Petra. Ex-Mossad. Watch her." We're led down into the ice. Corridors hum with power. Every inch of this building screams of sterilized savagery. No color. No heat. No noise. We reach Sublevel C. Petra opens the door and turns aside. "This is as far as I could go."

I grumble a thank you and an I will, “It brings me no pleasure to be calling you right now. We know Senko has three stones now.” “Three!!” Abner abruptly stands from his chair. “How?” I heard Hunji take a deep breath and knew, just knew I wasn’t going to like what came out of his mouth next. “Petra is his daughter. She found another stone hidden in MacTire.” “Son of a…” Abner cut himself off. “So, it's just the one in Cambiador left?” It was a redundant question, “How long until he comes looking for it?” “I don’t know. Lamia doesn’t want to give him the chance. Petra gave up his location. She’s a Skinwalker. Just like Chakor.”

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

"They're not finished, are they." It was not a question and it was not a criticism. It was an observation made by someone who understood that unfinished was a state and not a deficiency, and Occy recalibrated her assessment of Petra upward several notches. "Not yet," she said. "What are they going to be?" "Something you have to stand in front of to understand." Petra smiled. "I'll want to see them when they're done." "You'll know where to find Sol." She left Petra with her card, which was a card she had made herself on thick stock with just the name Ash Vane and a contact email she checked from the prepaid, and moved through the room toward the far wall where her three pieces hung.