Petra X Levi Novels & Stories

Petra started, but before she could protest, Jade cut her off. “Let her do this,” she interjected. “Meanwhile, we need to focus on gathering more information about Lucifer’s Arcanum. We have to uncover their weaknesses and specialties.” The urgency in her tone left no room for argument. Time was slipping through our fingers. And so was Dominic. Petra exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples in frustration before finally stopping. “Fine. I’ll help Jade,” she muttered, her frustration evident but overridden by urgency.

"The floor here has a habit of rejecting those who don't stand firm." I looked up into piercing grey eyes. It was Petra. Valkyrie Noble Lady, a literal tower of muscle and grace, blonde hair shorn short, presence radiating formidable authority only a demigod-descendant could possess. Even in a simple black leotard, she looked like she wore invisible armor. "Thank you, Petra." I smoothed my violet silk. "Someone is practicing their frictionless charms a bit early."

Cael, the Norwegian fisherman, studied the geothermal maps of the Reykjanes Ridge with the focused attention of a man reading weather in the sky above a boat he needed to keep upright, and within four hours had produced an analysis of the facility's power dependency that gave them their first genuine leverage point. Petra, the seventeen-year-old, said very little during the planning sessions. She sat at the edge of whatever room the group occupied, her dark eyes moving between the diagrams and the people studying them, and she did not offer opinions until someone asked for them directly. When Reyes asked her what she could do with her structural reinforcement ability in an offensive rather t

Lira watched the woman's expression complete its familiar journey from curiosity to something she could only describe as distaste. "You should take your place at the back early," Petra said. "Before the ceremony begins. It's better that way." She didn't say: better for whom. She didn't need to. Lira carried the second bucket to its place beside the altar and set it down without answering. There was nothing to answer. Petra wasn't cruel the way the younger wolves were cruel and she wasn't theatrical about it, didn't say the word broken the way Lira had heard it said behind her back since she was eighteen and came to the first great ceremony with nothing to show. Petra simply arranged the worl

“I know. He operates in the cracks of the world—the places everyone avoids. The only reason we even have a direction is because of Nivera. Her connection to the sea runs deeper than anything I’ve seen.” Alexandro glanced over his shoulder. Nivera stood some distance away, speaking softly to one of the healers. Her silver-blond hair shimmered beneath the clouded sky, the breeze gently lifting the ends as if the sea itself recognized one of its own. “You trust her?” Alexandro asked. Valerian nodded. “With my life. And that’s not something I say often.” Alexandro returned his gaze to the sea. “What do you think waits for us on that shore?”

Xena asked, her face looked puzzled as she tried to figure out what was going on. "I can summon spirits," Levi said, not willing to drag the matter, "Can you understand these things?" He pointed to the items on his hands. "I can try." Xena boldly collected the items as she inspected them carefully. She was glad that this could at least lead them somewhere. "Look!" She called out to Levi, "This compass has a key slot once you open this little covering," she placed the key inside and in an instant, both of them disappeared. Xena landed fine but Levi fell badly.

in need of me. levi jerked away from me as if I had burned him when a door slammed suddenly. A cheery female voice yelled out, "levi? Petal are you home?" levi let out a small grunt before turning to face me. He scowled and then turned to face the bulge in his pants. I crossed my arms and covered my erect nipples as his hands joined and landed in front of the bulge. A woman swept into the hallway and up the stairs a split second later.

Petra only allowed Amber in and cleaned it every Tuesday. Once inside the sage-colored room, Petra guided Lyyana to sit on one of the sofas. Once there, Petra turned and went to the mini-fridge in his room. He took out two cold drinks and handed them to Lyyana. "Wait a moment, I need to check my email real quick." Petra then sat in his desk chair, repeatedly sighing heavily. Lyyana, aware that something was wrong with Petra, stood up and approached him. "What's wrong?" Petra asked as Lyyana stared at him, standing next to him.

"Then why are you following orders instead of thinking for yourself? Have you even asked to see proof of Alexei's claims?" Uncertainty flickered across his face. "He showed us... recordings. Of the ritual. It wasn't complete." "Doctored footage," Elena interjected. "I was there. I saw everything." "She would say that," the captive muttered, but with less conviction. I changed tactics, pulling back my wolf and sitting across from him. "What's your name?" The question seemed to surprise him. "...Levi." "Levi. Were you even born when Kieran slaughtered half the Silvercrest Pack?"

“Let’s cut the charade, Samuel. You don’t want me, and I certainly don’t want you. But here we are, mere pawns on a chessboard built by people who’d rather die than lose a piece of their wealth.” “Then just accept it,” Samuel replied flatly. Lisa tilted her glass, watching the wine swirl. “I’ll accept it, but I’m not leaving this table until I finish my drink.” Neither of them noticed the shadow lurking by the hedge. Petra. A smile tugged at her lips as she observed, the pool’s glow illuminating her as if she were a hidden goddess. She moved through the estate as if she owned it; no one dared question her. Wealth infused her words, her smile, and her very being.