Petra Shingeki Novels & Stories

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

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

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

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

"We've arrived!" Egil announces to Petra with a self-satisfied smile and a terrifying gaze. "This is it. You'll love the surprise I prepared for you." The door opens and Petra sees Petrona, standing on tiptoes on a chair, with shackles on both wrists and around her neck, hanging from the ceiling, with bleeding wounds all over her body from the torture she was subjected to. A heartbreaking scream escapes Petra in that moment. She runs to her, still crying. Petrona is still alive, but badly injured, it's impossible for her to survive for much longer.