Pietro Quicksilver Novelas e Histórias

"Who's the leader? The Supreme Priest asked pointing with his staff to the captives. "The blood of the innocent will fall upon you," declared Theobald proudly, taking a step forward. Four warriors from to the Northern clan took Theobald by his arms and piercing his back with their spears, forced him to cross the bridge and kneel before the Golden Snake. The gems on the Golden Serpent glittered illuminated by the torches. A warrior handed the High Priest an ax with a large blade of sharp metal.

I simply smiled and leaned to my mate’s touch, allowing myself to relax a bit as I took a sip of the juice. “Do you think that he would submit to what you said?” Leonardo asked, and Alessandro shook his head, keeping his eyes on Giovanni. He held the scotch glass in his hand, and taking a sip of it, he winked at Giovanni, baring his canines, letting him see them for a second before smirking. “Why would he? The fun is just getting started, Leonardo” **********************************

Derick walked up to me, his smile easy and warm, brown eyes bright in a way that made my chest tighten. “You’ve been busy?” he asked softly. “Huh—” I cleared my throat. “I’m… looking for Silver.” I avoided his eyes. “Oh.” He smiled wider. “He’s in the servants’ quarters. Did you know his mate is Sloth?” “Sloth?” I repeated. “Yeah. They had a heated argument earlier.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Silver didn’t know they were mates. When he found out… well, it wasn’t pretty. And Sloth’s real name is Caleb.”

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

Lisa's eyes flash coldly, "Insolence! Who do you think you are?!" Dong!!! She then strummed her zither hard! An apparition of a skeleton leaped out of the sound wave straight at Piotr, its giant scimitar already reaching him! Piotr's face paled even as he promptly countered! Pow! As the skeleton was an apparition in the first place, it immediately vaporized from Piotr's punch. But to everyone's shock, the skeleton's scimitar sliced off Piotr's arm anyway!

My body is bigger than it should be—taller at the shoulder than most men stand, built like a war machine with a wolf’s grace and a king’s fury. The air fills with our scent—predator, pack, blood hate. We launch off the roof. The city blurs. Wind tears past my face. Concrete becomes distance and then memory as we hit alleys, cut through industrial lanes, leap fences like they’re nothing. This is transport. This is what we are. Fast enough that the world can’t catch up. Bramrik’s paws hit ground like thunder. Soryn is a shadow beside him. Elowen moves like a knife thrown ahead.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

His voice broke on the last words, barely audible, raw with a desperation that caught Silvia off guard. Silvia hesitated, her heart torn between protecting Ashley and the sincerity in Alessandro’s voice. Her hands lingered near Ashley, reluctant to let her go, but she finally moved aside, her eyes still locked on Alessandro, searching for any sign of deceit. The warriors stepped forward, their movements careful, lifting Ashley’s limp body with gentle hands, and the group turned, heading for Iron Claw, their pace urgent, driven by the need to get her to safety.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

"Please, brother. Not like this. A sword or an arrow through my heart, but not fire." Liv grabbed Brodi's hand tightly as he pronounced Brand's sentence. "Brandur Sköll! You have shown yourself to be a traitor to your pack. You kidnapped and planned to kill your Alpha's fated mate. You conspired with another Alpha to turn your Alpha Berserker, thus causing his death."