Petra Shingeki Novels & Stories

“Do you want a head rub?” It was tempting, but Shoru was fine with her master giving her head rubs. So she politely decline by looking around. Yuta was mildly dejected, but he recovered very quickly. “Sorry. I think she still need time to adjust to new people.” Jai apologized. “It’s fine. Sakura and Rita were like that once too.” Yuta said. If Jai remembered correctly, those are the names for the pets. Sakura is that dragonfly while Rita is the baby bird beast that is friends with Ruta.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

However, with what we're accusing them of, it shouldn't be a surprise. "We're not going anywhere." Petra steps forward, closes her eyes, and stomps her foot. The ground begins shaking, and the wolves fall, whimpering to the ground. Everyone stares at her as she begins glowing a bright green. What the hell is going on? I look toward the people on the porch, and they're on their knees with their hands over their ears. "Uh, Petra. What just happened?" I ask her. She turns to me with a smile.

“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"

Her name was Petra Wynn. She was thirty-eight years old, a mid-rank Silver Fang pack member with a territory assignment in the western grounds management and a daughter named Safi who was five and who had spent the previous afternoon playing a fountain game with the Lycan Queen's youngest child and had come home talking about Lena with the specific, detailed enthusiasm that children reserved for people who had made a genuine impression on them.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

"So she see's stuff." I nodded, scrubbing the feeling of his fingers from my skin. I’d have bruises in the morning. "Like?" "She sees the souls of those the Shades have taken. She knew Stuart was gone before you got back." "You're lying." "You see this?" I said, flashing him the only piece of Jewellry I wore. "It’s the other half to the one that keeps her sane, because every time she takes it off she sees them, every should that’s been forced from their living body!"

She said hitting on the twin's head, earning a whine from them. "We missed you, Hem!" They shouted and hugged me, my body can't support all these muscles. They let me go and I was left with a pale face, they hugged me as tight as a doll. "How is Faine?" Kai asked, he hasn't changed at all. Broad back with tattoos and sculpted jaw, same thing as his brother. The only difference you can spot is their eyes, Kai has black eyes while Akito has hazel eyes. "She's fine and alright, the same thing for Justin." I said with a smile, Camélia nodded and pulled out her phone. Maybe she's going to send a message to Justin, they talked every time since Justin is demanding and clingy as fuck but she loves t

Nya had fought Rok enough times not to let a crotchety personality dissuade her in battle. “Who am I?” he repeated, shaking his head. He folded his arms across his massive chest. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing?” “Who am I?” Nya repeated, realizing that was exactly what he’d just said to her. “I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!”

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