Novel & Cerita Petra Marvel

She was thin, her dark hair streaked with premature grey despite looking no older than her late twenties, but her eyes held a fierce intelligence that captivity hadn't dimmed. "You're her," she breathed. "The Silver Luna. The one who freed the wolves at the Montana facility." Tears began streaming down her face. "We felt it, all of us felt it when you broke their hold. The guards, they became confused, disorganized. We saw our chance, and we ran." I moved toward her slowly, aware of Kane's protective presence at my back. "You're safe now," I assured her gently. "What's your name?" "Peta," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "Peta Thornton. I was taken from the Silver Creek pack twe

The lady who offered her seat said. "Be careful Ma'am." I chimed in at her as she got off. She smiled at me before she left. I took her seat, which felt warm, and then it clicked. My eyes almost popped out . There was no way it was possible. Can that be the case? Petra also had that same peculiar surname, and she had auburn hair and hazel eyes. That was a unique collection.. Were they siblings by chance? Casper looked rich without a doubt, and Petra was from Lunaria, the same country as Mikhail and possibly Lawrence and Casper.

Amora Before she could push further, I urged her to my study room. I was sitting behind my desk as I examined the envelope she had given me. She was sitting on the black couch in my study. "His name is Davis as you would find in some of those files." She told me as I flipped through the pages however, what she said next made me look up at her. "His name is Davis London. He is from the Midnight pack and beta to the late Alpha Calvin."

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

, I belonged to an assault group called Shining Sword, led by Leon, an emissary from the hero branch, known for his strength and exploits. Our team was made up of six members, each with their own unique skills and personalities. Leon led us with bravery and heroism, while Erick was his loyal sidekick and skilled thief. Sana was a gentle and seductive monk, and Marie was the puppeteer - always silent and stoic. Morgiana was a strong and honorable spearman, while Lilith was our fiercest warrior - small in stature but with a sharp tongue and incredible strength. As for myself, I specialized in debuffs and other magical talents.

the Keydorian girl explained. “Accidentally?” Kwazili turned to the Clonovian girl sitting next to her. “I was the one who intentionally made Kwazili burn the forest. So I am actually the one who is most responsible.” The Clonovian girl answered simply. But that made Alisa even more curious. Seeing Alisa's confused expression, the silver-haired girl introduced herself. “Salamah malam, I am Petra Noor Zafeela, a land magical girl from Kuala Salatam.”

I whisper. "No, you don’t know anything about it." Roman stared at me coldly. "She was the first successful prototype." The room goes silent. "You mean…" I glare at him, my throat dry. "Sierra isn't even real?" "She's a prototype. Made from ashes. Programmed to hate. Trained to survive." Pandora curses silently. "And now she's trying to do what they didn't finish." "But why me?" I insist. "Why keep copying me?"

When Reyes asked her what she could do with her structural reinforcement ability in an offensive rather than defensive context, Petra thought about it for a moment and then described, in a flat and accurate voice, exactly how she could collapse a load-bearing wall at the precise angle required to block a corridor without bringing down the ceiling, which was the kind of answer that made Reyes stop writing and look at the girl with new attention. "How long have you been able to do that?" Reyes asked. "Since the beginning," Petra said. "I just never told Vorn, because telling Vorn things meant they went into the database, and things in the database got studied, and being studied is not the same

As she remained standing by the locked door, looking for all the world, like she didn’t know what to do next. My heart was still beating a million miles a minute, like was this really happening? I was in a locked room in a strange house with a lady I met just five minutes ago, at a pack that was under attack by my old pack, where I spent almost my entire life working as a slave and the new packs Alpha was my mate. How had my life become so insane? The shrill ringing of a telephone had both of us jumping once again. Tara pulled a small cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen while her hand shook. “It’s the Alpha.” She uttered before pressing a button. “Hello?”