Pietro Quicksilver Novelas e Histórias

Valerio questioned his patient wearing off. Donatello sighed, his fingers massaging his temple before he pinched the bridge of his nose sending a disappointing look towards Valerio. " He has Pietro blood in his veins. Doesn't matter how many familgia members don't like him, but their loyalty is with him and Sienna Pietro. If we do that we will have so many target on our back and ah! Don't forget his in laws knight too. Do you think that girl, will do nothing to avenge Adriano's death or do you think Adriano is some lowly thug that can be killed that easily. He is so clever, sharp minded. He had finished Luca Romano alone. But if we do -",

I opened my eyes and smiled gratefully at him, then turned towards Hera and asked, "Are you sure that it's another reaction that triggered the shield and not fears?" She nods her head in confirmation, "Yes, your highness. Fear is one of the emotions you had during the two incidents, but it was not strong enough to trigger your shield. You saw what happened today when you tried using fear as the trigger to summon your shield. Instead of it appearing, a ball of light did in its place. This is to tell you that every emotion you feel when summoning your shield has its use. For instance, when you summoned it using fear as its trigger, which indicates a potential threat to life safety. That was wh

She questions as he picks her up on his shoulder. He drops her in the car. “Alessandro, stop the car!” She orders. He drives up to Pietro’s mansion over the speed limit. “Alessandro!” Her shrieks are useless. He carries Amber inside indifferent to her kicks and complaints, then, he drops her to the floor. She watches the scene unfold. Terror builds up inside her body as Alessandro pulls out his gun. Pietro walks out with pride saying, “Son-in-law. Kill me, but I will die a winner. Now, you will learn never to trust anyone ever again.”

With heightened senses, I detected the metallic scent of silver emanating from an unexpected source. A swift glance upward revealed two formidable warriors perched on the far right of the ceiling, each brandishing silver pistols. The revelation ignited a spark of frustration within me — a cunning move on Draxler's part to employ unconventional weapons, exploiting our vulnerability in the process. Without a moment's hesitation, I leaped backward, landing beside Jake, my trusted beta. His eyes mirrored the gravity of the situation, and he whispered urgently, "This is bad, Sergio. You're wounded, and those silver pistols are trouble. What's our move?"

The silver fountain didn't just boil; it exploded. The liquid mercury flooded the ballroom floor, moving like a sentient tide toward Panni and Jinyan. The Digital Saint merged with the tide, becoming a towering wave of sharp, metallic blades and sonic shrieks. "Target: Termination," the wave whispered. "Jinyan, get to Grace!" Panni shouted, pushing him toward the stairs of the observation booth. "I’m not leaving you!"

Venus held his hand. "You've said that already, Romeo. Now, get on." Her voice was patronising but her palms were sweaty. Jules finally noticed the machine beside her. A black motorcycle. Which goes to say he must be blind because it looked like something that came straight out of a car crash insurance commercial. "You must be joking."

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

The war has begun sooner than I had anticipated. Warriors from every clan have gathered to help stop the rogues but it may not be enough. These rogues fear what they do not understand and they want to wipe out me and family. We are the last of the Silver Dragons. “Thierry how are we doing out there,” I ask, one of my best friends. Thierry is an Alpha from the wolf pack in the other realm called earth.

“What does Quicksilver do?” “After I coat the liquid on the metal, whatever it cuts will become poisoned. Making it easy for you to kill your enemy.” He glanced at the blade, as she held it towards the ground. “But I must warn you; after I had coated the blade, you can’t allow it to cut you.” Ava nodded, “It would poison me too.” Azrael could see from her eyes that she had a lot on her mind. He reached over for the sword and asked, “What has happened at your school, I see that you’re not yourself?”

“Why has your loyalty to Silverclaw been questioned?” “Alpha, if I may.” Draegon, the second warrior, spoke softly, his voice cracking under the pressure of my aura. “You may.” I confirmed as he stood up. This particular warrior had always surprised me in our ranks. He was more agile than many of my warriors, and just as strong as Carlton. Well, as strong as Carlton was before he had become Silverclaw.