Petra Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

hazy memories from last night flow to the forefront of my mind; clinking glasses with the guys, downing shots, Kieran actually smiling, and even telling jokes, “…except after numerous bottles of whiskey apparently.” Samael opens his mouth to reply, but we are both distracted by Petra’s sudden muffled yells through the ball gag. I glare at her, as she tries to say something, and her eyes plead with mine. “What?” I demand, removing the ball, and avoiding the mouthful of blood, saliva, and tears she spits out before she can talk. She takes a deep breath, “please, can I just…” she looks at Samael nervously, “Please, just let me at least have my robe on. It’s just right there, hung on the door, p

"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.

I trekked to school with Amari and the other girls, while the boys went on their own - it was absurd that there was division even amongst us. If the Omega boys had good blood, they'd be even worse bullies than the more senior ones. They were weak jerks. Petra, an omega girl two months older than me with the most beautiful platinum hair I have ever seen, looked like she was about to shit in her pants, throw up, or do both at the same time. Gazing straight ahead, she inhaled and exhaled. Like the rest of us, she appeared overly timid, fragile, and vulnerable. "Petra, are you okay?" I asked, trying to comfort her despite knowing I needed to worry about myself. Her voice cut through the morning

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.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

--- After the session Haven finds me immediately, as she always does, orbiting back to check in before she goes off to do whatever Haven does with her free time. "Mama." She takes my hand, which she still does without self-consciousness. "The girl with the sparks. Her name is Petra. She laughed three times and made lights." "I saw." "I told her the lights were pretty." Haven considers this. "She cried." "Why?" "Her old pack told her the lights were wrong. She thought I was making fun." I crouch down. "What did you do?" "I made my shield. Just a little one. Showed her what my power looks like when I use it." Haven's expression is completely matter-of-fact. "I told her we're the same. Just dif

The water splashed the ink all over but there was supposed to be sign of the whirlpool. “ Children let's go in. " Queen Minerva beckoned on her children but Bellamy kept on wailing. “ Bellamy please stop crying. You'll paint another one tomorrow. " “ No. I want my unicorn!" Bellamy screamed. Her eyes turned red immediately and Queen Minerva gasped. “ Bellamy control your anger. Remember you're mummy's perfect girl. " Queen Minerva said calmly and Bellamy screamed. “ Sebastian go call your father. Archer try to calm her down with your powers. "

There would be no such solace for Rafael. Having put his new plan into motion, the Necromancer pushed his departing servants from his mind. He clapped his hands twice. A buxom peasant girl dressed in a black corset materialized from the shadows in the corner of the room. Her blond hair was fashioned into a long braid that hung down her back. The Necromancer watched as she shuffled across the floor toward him. Her face was pretty but plain, and her blue eyes, which had once sparkled with joy, were dull and lifeless, the result of all the things she had seen and been forced to do in the year since she had been taken into the castle. Her name was Petra, but if he had ever known it, he did not r

Petra offered after Lyyana and Garret released their embrace. “May I explain to Amber and the others?” Lyyana whispered near Petra. Petra glanced at Garret. The toddler nodded and immediately ran towards his mini playground in the yard. "Are you sure you want to explain it alone? I can help," Petra offered. Lyyana shook her head softly, her fingers touching Petra's arm resting on his chubby cheek. "No need. They'll be scared if you're there. So let me handle it," Lyyana replied, gazing gently at Petra.

"They're not finished, are they." It was not a question and it was not a criticism. It was an observation made by someone who understood that unfinished was a state and not a deficiency, and Occy recalibrated her assessment of Petra upward several notches. "Not yet," she said. "What are they going to be?" "Something you have to stand in front of to understand." Petra smiled. "I'll want to see them when they're done." "You'll know where to find Sol." She left Petra with her card, which was a card she had made herself on thick stock with just the name Ash Vane and a contact email she checked from the prepaid, and moved through the room toward the far wall where her three pieces hung.