Petra Marvel Novels & Stories

"She remembers exactly how I handled the Ragnar fight, how I handled Raven's challenge. She thinks my mercy is exactly what's holding our people back from real safety." --- DANTE Six months into this hunt, exhausted and frustrated by how consistently Petra manages to stay one step ahead of every trap we attempt, I finally notice the pattern that's been eluding us this entire time. "She's not just accumulating power randomly," I say, spreading months of victim reports across our latest command center, established in a territory neither of us had visited before this crisis started. "Look at the specific abilities she's targeting. Fire manipulation from a phoenix-descended witch. Earth control

“Walking back will take you about fifty minutes. Spend thirty with me and I teleport you there once we are done. Do we have a deal?” “I don’t make deals with strangers.” Before I could turn back and run, she caressed my hair and touched my cheek gently. The divine mana practically exuding from her body froze me in place. “I’m no stranger, my elven name is Mother Kira. Now be a good girl and listen to me.”

"It is not healthy for a witch to have her magic bound. How long has she had the runes on her back?" "I don't know," I admit. "I haven't asked her." "She is your mate!" Petra shrieks. "Shouldn't you all be head over heels in love, sharing your deepest darkest secrets?" "That's just it," I tell Petra. "She doesn't recognize that I am her mate, and she keeps insisting that she is a human." "Have you noticed any powers?" Petra asks nosily. "I think her powers are related to the palms of her hands," I admit. "She is determined to wear gloves constantly, and when she does take them off, she is very conscious about what she touches."

“Why have you chosen to be stubborn for a second time?” “Patia, stop.” I felt more at ease when I heard Mavros’ voice. “Silence!” she held up a fisted hand. “Do not speak unless asked a question.” Patia took off her cloak, revealing a face so ethereal and divine that it could only be a goddess. Her eyes shone like diamonds and her red hair like a consuming fire. Her skin was out of this world—the most beautiful I had ever seen. Was being beautiful her power? If it was, she was owning it.

He says to Hailey and she gives him a small nod. If I don't know Xavier so much, I would have taken it that he is jealous. But he does sounds bitter. with a shrug, I walk around, giving out instructions when it is needed, and directing each model to his/her quarter. Funny I haven't still found the person I have been looking for. "Pari." Her voice vibrates in my head. Speak of the devil's wife and she shall appear without any trace of hesitation. "Miss Bluegrave." "Its Redgrave." Freya force a smile, her lips put into a thin line.

Now I wonder if I hadn’t seen her for different reasons. *Mrs, Brown, where is Petra?* I open up a link between me and the head of the house. *I’m not sure Alpha,* She replies. *She may be at Erica’s.* Erica was Petra’s best friend, a squirrely looking little werecat. Her father is a warrior. A good one too. *Why don’t you know where she is? She is only eleven. Not sixteen.* I was a little blunt with Mrs. Brown, frustrated that she wouldn’t know where Petra was.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

She stopped directly in front of me and dipped into a curtsy that somehow managed to look mocking. “Princess Cara,” she said, voice sweet enough to rot teeth. Loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “What a miracle. We are all so blessed by your return.” "Thank you Petra," I replied, forcing a smile Petra’s eyes glittered. She tilted her head, still smiling. “I only have one small question, if I may…” The wolves closest to us quieted, sensing blood. Petra’s voice sharpened just a fraction. “If you are truly the Royal Princess… then how exactly are you still an omega?”