Pietro Quicksilver Novels & Stories

My mind rushed back to that time in the club where I successfully seduced Logan but failed miserably when it came to actually killing him, So actually, Alessandro should be sitting in this chair right now. He's the one who killed him. "I didn't kill Logan. That was Alessandro, you asshole!" "Ah, but you did kill Ivan Petrov, didn't you?" "He killed my fucking father what the fuck do you expect!" I yelled. "You're fucking crazy let me go; Alessandro will come for me, you sick fuck!" "You're not good enough for my son, you're a dirty gold-digging slut, I could have killed you before you two got married that would've

Quickstep immediately said his second question to the system. "304,500 shop points host," the system told Quickstep. "Hahaha! I knew it! I'm the best! Who's the best?! Quickstep is the best! Hehehe!" Quickstep was jubilant as he sang and danced in his Peregrine Falcon body. He somersaulted and did back flips in his unusual performance.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

My nipples hardened instantly from the sight of her breasts. Silver settled into a chair across from us, and spread his legs. And Marco, a tall, bronze-skinned man with an Italian accent, knelt between them without a word. Silver’s cock, erect and streaked with silver paint, twitched as Marco wrapped a hand around the base. “Watch them,” Silver ordered him, voice low and rough, while his eyes were fixed on us. “But suck me slow.” Marco obeyed, tongue swirling over the head before taking Silver deep. Silver’s head fell back for a second, a guttural groan escaping his throat, but his gaze snapped right back to me and Lila.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

"Speak clearly." "Cassian came to my garage three days ago!" the mechanic confessed in a frantic, crying voice. "He paid me fifty thousand gold coins in cash! He gave me a special silver blade and ordered me to cut the brake lines on this specific truck tonight! He said he wanted it to look like a terrible accident on the mountain pass!" "Did anyone else help him?" Gideon demanded, holding the screaming man firm against the metal door.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Slowly his body loosened and he looked up at me. “Lucrezia, human of Rezzidel. You shall accept a vampire as your mate. Take your ceremonial blade and make him bleed.” I followed the steps Daire had done before me. I gently lifted his arm and ran the blade across it. Deep red blood welled up. The old man slowly approached us. A goblet I hadn’t noticed before was in between both of his hands. He grabbed me first, his withered hand was ice cold. My blood dripped into the goblet drop by drop. When he seemed satisfied he turned to Daire and did the same. It didn’t take as long for Daire’s blood to flow into the goblet.The man walked three steps deliberately then turned. The chanting started aga

He wasn't immortal after all. Pietro was just like me and everyone else. He was a mortal and yes, he had better survival skills than I did. Way better that I could ever have but I hated the danger he was being constantly thrusted into. "He loves it. Pietro has always loved the thrill of danger. He loves it" I mumbled to myself, whispering the words over and over again for a while before coming to the conclusion that Pietro was the one who loved the thrill of danger, not me.

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.