Petra Levi Novels & Stories

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Bevis Levi remained dumbfounded, not answering her. Vera continued to scream: "Are you stupid or are you deaf? If we don't think quickly, we and our children won't get anything!" "Enough!" Bevis Levi yelled, causing Vera to startle and almost fall to the ground. Returning this time, Bevis Levi really hopes to be forgiven by old Levi. After all these years in a foreign country, there was not a single day that he did not feel remorse.

“And you have nothing about any of them?” “She doubts every word that is said. She looks around and listens when no one is watching, to the things that others tend to ignore.” Her breathing quickened. “And Elias… he’s good, Alpha. Sharp. He’s protective of Valerie, suspicious of everyone. I tried to get close, but…” “But you failed,” I finished for her, leaning closer until my voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve always been good at words, Ms. Lewis. Not so much at delivery. And I am now tired of that bullshit.”

“She looks like me.” Lucien smiled. “Not like you. For you.” Present, Helsinki Ezra clutched his head. “She’s not human. Not really. But she feels more than I do. That’s what makes her dangerous.” Petra looked uneasy. “Feelings don’t make people dangerous.” Ezra corrected her: “Feelings without control do.” Suddenly, the lights flickered. An alert flashed across Petra’s screen: "SIGNAL BREACH DETECTED, TRACE ORIGIN: UNKNOWN"

That day I stayed a few minutes longer. He was in conversation with one of the full members, a woman named Petra who I'd found difficult to get a read on and later concluded was simply very consistent — her emotional state barely varied, low-medium steady across everything, which made her appear unreadable but was actually just evenness. Their conversation looked easy. He laughed once at something she said. The laugh reached his face.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

She was in the background, lips pressed into a thin line and her expression rigid. "That'll do." I pocketed the phone, satisfied. The moment Petra was out of the car, she opened the live stream on her phone and aimed the camera at the bear across the open terrain. "Can you guys see it? This is the one. This Greyridge bear just told me telepathically that it's starving. I'm going to save it now." She had been running her account, 'Petra and the Animals', for two years. It had 8,000 followers.

she says in a pacified tone, but Alpha Azriel says, “I am not hearing anything against her.” My mother's protests falter as she stands before the Alpha, who clearly holds authority over her. I knock inside and enter. Everyone turns to look at me. Alpha Azriel’s gaze, however, lingers on mine, and I am not able to tear my eyes from him. He somehow composes himself better and turns to the man beside him, whom he introduces as Liam, a member of the Royal Pack. “Liam will be accompanying us to ensure a smooth transition for Aysel.”

He sat with us in the house for a while before the doorbell rang, its ringing slicing through the heavy silence like a blade. Jade moved to answer it, and moments later, a group of women stepped inside. They entered with an air of authority, their presence filling the room instantly. The first woman caught my attention with her striking appearance—Petra. Her long, silky hair, streaked with caramel highlights, framed her face flawlessly. She was African-American, with a polished elegance that spoke of special care. Everything about her—from her perfectly arched brows to her pristine nails—suggested that she spared no expense when it came to herself. In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effort

Cassandra leaned over him and whispered something in his ear, probably telling him to send me away. Then, Damon looked at me with curiosity. And with a loud Alpha tone, he ordered, "Leave her!