Petra Shingeki Novels & Stories

"I know of three active wolf-witches on this continent. I ran the signature against their known work patterns." She turned the screen to show me the names. I read the first one. Someone I didn't know, eastern territory. I read the second name. My stomach turned over. Petra. It was written out in full, Petra Vas, healer and practitioner, registered affiliation Silvercrest Pack post-battle integration. I didn't move. I made sure I didn't move.

Petra nodded and stood up, walking into her room. When she returned, she came with a white chalk and drew a circle on the marble floor. Sh stretched her two hands toarda the circle, chanting spells. Soon, the circle lit up in the same blue flame that had appeared on their arms. The fire appeared to be more hot than before with ivy sucking in a breath. When the circle had it up to a reasonable degree, Petra stepped back. “Step in.” She instructed. “Wha—” Tessa's question was cut off when Zeke and ivy stepped into the circle, refusing to acknowledge the heat.

she said with a feeling of optimism. After few hours they arrived at the shadow unit, they were welcomed by an unfamiliar face but she had a friendly aura around her. "I am Petra, Dr Rowan's sidekick, it's been two months since I was recruited here, I will also assist you guys in every possible way." she introduced herself while leading the team to Dr Rowan. The team advanced further into the laboratory, guided by Petra. As they proceeded, they were mesmerized by the intricate designs and architecture of the lab. Everywhere they looked they could see marvels of engineering and science laid out before them.

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."

“And then the third one.” “Which is,” I said. “The Mira you are now,” she said. I held her gaze. “She is my favourite,” Petra said. “Because she is less broken,” I said. “No,” Petra said. “Because she has better posture.” I stared at her. “You are standing up straighter,” Petra said, completely seriously. “I noticed it two days ago. The managing-everything Mira had a slight forward lean. Very subtle. The weight of everything pulling her in. The Mira you are now stands like she is not carrying anything she did not choose to pick up.”

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.

I screamed again and threw the next ball over them. The scream that erupted from their throats brought a sense of satisfaction and relief to me. I didn’t care who among them was now injured. Their screams were like a soothing balm to my raging mind. The room went dead silent after a few minutes. Someone also closed the door after exiting the room. Petra’s memories only showed her gaze locked with Xyla in the wolf form before she was hit with an invisible force, sending Petra flying away. That invisible force came from the moon, not from a living creature.

All around her were shelves of documents, years of intelligence records, pack politics, void research, and personal histories of everyone who had ever passed through this place. “You can turn around,” I said. She turned around. Petra was thirty years old, slight and dark-haired, with careful eyes that had always made her look like she was reading a page of text even when she was just looking at a person. Right now those eyes were doing something I had not seen in them before. Not fear. Not guilt. Calculation. Still calculating, even now. “How long have you known?” she asked. “The Moon Goddess gave me your name twenty minutes ago.”

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