Petra Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Petra looked at her. "You built the thing that broke it.""Yes." Nyxara said."And now you're fixing it." Petra said."Trying to." Nyxara said. "Yes."Petra held her gaze for a moment with the direct attention of a twenty two year old who had decided that indirect approaches cost more than they saved."Why." She said."Because I can." Nyxara said. "And because I built it." She paused. "Both of those things are true.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the darkness threatens to consume me. “Say present,” Petra says as she hands me my glove. I fight against the darkness. I was only in her mind for a moment, and my vision comes back into view. I look at Petra, and I try to formulate a question. I want to ask her about what I saw in her mind. I want to know who the little girl is. “Her name is Seraphina,” she says. “She was my niece.” “Where is she now?” I ask quietly.

Vera came through the room approximately four minutes later, looked at Petra in the cot, looked at me, and went into the back room without saying a word, which was the most eloquent thing she had done in forty-something days of consistently eloquent things. Petra did not ask about the collapse or the pregnancy or any of the things that adults had been carefully not asking about, because she was four years old and the things that concerned adults at their most complicated did not yet concern her, and what she wanted to know was whether I had decided on a name for the self-heal patch in the outer garden, because she had been thinking about it and had some suggestions.

Amelia answered Lexy. "Werewolves don't exist, though," I tried to reason with Amelia because it seemed like she really believed this. Amelia just looked at Romeo, his ear slightly twitched upwards but his eyes remained closed, "apparently the wolves are as big as cars, they're abnormally large...a whole lot like Romeo, Pandora."

“Stay still!” Petra barked as she shifted the handles of the primitive travois in a more comfortable position. “If you rock this thing one more time I’ll punch you out! I’m getting blisters.” “You’re such a whiner,” Jeena grumbled. “She’s not doing anything different than when I was dragging her, but you didn’t hear me complaining.”

"It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra." My instincts took over me the moment he took the initiative to step inside, making me bite my tongue and regain consciousness enough to lunge straight at him and straddle him outside on the ground. "What gives you the right to live and invade my carriage?" I sneered, pressing my dagger on his neck. Now that I'm this close, I could witness the way his purple eyes fill with dark shades of somewhat magical dusts. "Woah, chill down, lady." Purple eye chuckles as though finding me something to be fond of. Raising his right hand, he twirls a curl of my hair. "You're cute."

Lucas nodded and his stunning face remained composed. "Let's head in," Lucas said slowly. Then, Tinkerbell and Lucas entered the Greg family household. Tinkerbell was the proud daughter of the Greg family. Hence, it was only natural that no one would dare to block their pathway. "Who is this guy, Tinkerbell?" A little girl, looking just like a clay doll, appeared before Lucas. That little girl looked like she was around 13 to 14-years-old and was a Rank 7 Evolved One.

This was a trap, but for who? Or for what? “I’m sending a few of my men with Granger. The rest are going back to the Yarrow Spur Pack village,” Artyom says as he walks in my direction. His pale blue eyes shine like moonstone against his dark skin, nearly the same shade as his obsidian leathers. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth and looks around to make sure we’re not overheard before adding, “Based on the description I’ve been given, I believe the witch in question might be Petra.”

Dylan walks away and, taking Kira's arm, leads her away from the four. The shorter-haired twin approaches Petra and gently says: - Hello mate. My name's Zeeb and I'm twenty years old. – stretching out his hand he asks – can you accompany me? We need to talk. The girl flinches and Zeeb withdraws his hand. - I promise not to hurt you. I will die before I do you any harm. Petra looks at her brother and he gives her a little smile, then she gains courage and, looking at her mate, she says.

They looked too identical, tall, and dark skinned. “We are just leaving.” Hilda waved too. “Stay.” The curious one said. She had long light brown hair with big beautiful brown eyes and pointy ears that match the man standing next to her. “We have breakfast.” “You're elves.” Keondra stated. “Gee, what gave it away?” She smiled and played with her ears. “I'm Petra, this is my brother, Aethon.” Keondra looked from Petra to her brother who doesn't seem to welcome the idea of inviting them in for breakfast. “Are you twins?”