Petra Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Alpha Jackson was known to have built quite a few alliances, closing off most of the territory around them. The rogue, who eventually admitted his name was Peter, continued by saying their leader was personally interested in the Alpha female who is supposed to take over after Alpha Jackson had retires in the coming year. She was considered the prize. They wanted to see who she was, what she looked like, and how they could get her.

We should at least check it out, for her sake* he said through the mind link while his head dipped, gesturing to the tiny girl in my arms. I sighed out loud but linked my reply *Fine* I huffed in defeat. I stood with Petra still in my arms. “How old are you, little one?” I asked her. “I’m ten” she replied shyly. “Wow! I thought you were like ten, your momma must be so proud of how big and strong you are. Petra, we are going to have Mrs. Brown look after you, while we go check out your Clan and see if everything is OK. Would that be alright if she took care of you?” I asked her.

Graves brother meant Noah had used whatever leverage he possessed to gag her. But having her silenced by Noah wasn't the same as her being gone. "Don't tell me we're actually going into this dollhouse," Petra drawled, her voice a low, raspy contrast to Winter’s music. She didn't look at Kiesel or my mom; her gaze was a laser beam fixed on me. She took in my pink pajamas, the messy remains of my "safe" persona, and that smirk deepened. "Khione," she greeted, my name sounding like a threat. "Long time, no see. Last I checked, you were... a bit more occupied."

I was observing the garden decorations making sure everything was in place. "I will be there shortly," I muttered, then glanced at Petra, who had changed drastically after being appointed to work with me. She was like a female Casper although at times she still showed her reckless self to me. "Don't you think the blue colour is more than pink?" I asked, wondering if it was giving away a hint. Petra laughed. "It is a balance, Brielle. No one is going to guess the baby's gender until it is revealed." She teased. I didn't caution her by calling my name without a proper address.

It took great effort on his part to keep his clothes on and not tear mine apart. “Race you there.” I winked, already shadow traveling to Liam’s room. We found Petra getting dressed, slipping her white toga over her naked body, not bothering with underwear or a bra for that matter. “Take that back off!” Liam commanded, causing my own body to quiver with need. Surprisingly enough, Petar did not listen. “I gave you a command, Pet.” Liam’s voice was soft as he stared at Petra, realizing something must be wrong. “What’s the matter?”

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

She was still heavily hunched over, and her head was covered by a veil that showed only her rheumy eyes, but she moved with confidence and purpose. “Luna,” she said in a raspy voice, bowing her head. “We weren’t expecting you.” “I should have sent word. I’m sorry.” She waved it off. “You’re always welcome here. I’m Petra. I lead The Broken.” “Natalia.” I shook her hand. It was gnarled and twisted, but warm. “This is my son, Max.” “I remember you, Max.” She gestured with one of her crutches. “Please, come in.”

More importantly, how else could she expose just how twisted those so-called best friends truly were; the people who had smiled at her face, sat at her table, and eaten her food, all while carrying secrets that should have destroyed them long before tonight? This evening was not simply a naming ceremony. It was a stage. And Petra had built every inch of it herself. She slowly reached into her purse and drew out her phone, the screen lighting up in her hand. Her fingers moved across it with quiet precision until she found the contact she was looking for. Anita Baker. She pressed call. The line connected almost immediately, as though the other person had been waiting close to the phone. "How's