Petra Marvel Novels & Stories

"I said what you would have wanted me to, but I don't think he will listen to me. I believe that he already loves her. He wants me to meet her." "You didn't agree to meet the girl, did you?" I gasp. "What if she puts two and two together? What if she remembers who she is?" "Impossible," Petra waves the thought away with her hand. "My runes are infallible." "So infallible that she has powers," I mumble under my breath. "Yes, but her powers are not what they once were. She is greatly weakened," Petra crosses her arms over her chest. "You cannot meet the girl," I scream at Petra. "I forbid it."

“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.

I say to him placing my hand on his thigh and offering him a warm smile. I really am grateful for the fact that he came. Being with him and my family, they make me feel like I'm a normal person and not some shape shifting freak of nature. "Morgana? Is that you honey?" I hear a female voice and raise my head up to see who it is. Reece's mom and dad. They're here. "Ma'am, Sir good evening." I stand up and give them both side hugs. "Happy birthday dear. We're so sorry we couldn't make it home on time to wish you before you and your friends left this morning." Reece's mom says.

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?”

Petra's voice goes up half a register. "Someone accessed my clinic file remotely. My home address is in it." A sharp silence. "Are you safe right now?" "Yes. His security team is tracing it." "His security team." She says it slowly. "Ella, three weeks ago you were a woman with a color-coded binder and a sperm donor." "I know." "Now you're at a billionaire's estate with a security team tracing a breach of your medical records." "I know, Petra." "And your mother was apparently from a supernatural bloodline that's been hunted for centuries."