Pietro Quicksilver Novels & Stories

“Shit! Shit! Shit! You imbeciles! I’m paying you money and you can’t even kill one damn man!” Eros was agitated and he couldn’t stop yelling while staring at his computer. He had cameras all over his mansion so he could see everything that was happening. Eros had never seen Pietro fought anyone before. He didn’t expect him to be this good. He is like James Bond, taking down so many people at a time. Eros is not fully aware of Pietro’s past. He has no idea about the training that he got as a little child. Pietro was trained to be like a killer machine. His training could be likened to that of Black Widow, if only that character was real.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I pleaded once more, my voice trembling with desperation, "There must be another way, Swiftclaw. Please, spare us. We're innocent. We don't want any part in this. Just let us go." Swiftclaw's gaze flickered with something akin to amusement. "Innocence, my dear Scarlett, is a relative concept," he mused, his tone mocking. "We are all prisoners of our blood, our lineage. You may not have chosen this fate, but it has chosen you. As for Marco, he too carries the weight of his bloodline." Swiftclaw raised his hand, and his command was met with immediate obedience. His followers, cloaked in their sinister robes, moved with calculated precision. Chains clinked ominously as they brought forth Marco,

A dull sound echoed each time it struck. However, St. Dmitri was a Martial Saint and renowned for many years on the Obaro continent. Andrius was no match for him at all. In less than three seconds, Andrius found himself at an absolute disadvantage. The blood-colored arms ruthlessly whipped and struck him, leaving visible and terrifying bloodstains. Andrius’ whole body seemed to have burst open. “No! I can’t go on like this!” At that thought, the Argentum Qilin Spear became more and more flexible. It was truly as if the spear and the person had become one.

I lunged. I didn't move like a wolf. I moved like a structural failure. I used my obsidian arm as a battering ram, slamming into the first line of slaved warriors. There was no pain, only the bone-jarring vibration of stone hitting stone. I didn't draw blood; I drew sparks and silver soot. "Mommy! Left side!" Leo shrieked. I spun. A slaved Beta lunged with a silver-salt rifle. I didn't dodge. I raised my obsidian hand, the palm opening to reveal a core of gold lightning.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

Nero transforms into a huge panther and using his tail, he handed the wand back to Diether. "SIKOSE ME" Right after he utters his chant, his body shoots upward as if a rocket abruptly taking off and he landed a few meters away from the quicksand. But his landing was not that smooth as he landed awkwardly resembling a plane that loses its control and needed an emergency landing His fallen figure left a deep depression on the ground. When he got up, he dusted his pants surreptitiously. Trying hard to maintain a dashing aura. "Ohh yeah, hi there..."

I am about to continue my speech when a strong black wind enters from the entrance and then stops in a small tornado in the center of the room; from this slowly appears a tall man with a scarred face. “Who are you to enter my castle?” “A friend—my name is Silver.” The enemy of the creatures of light. “What a surprise...to what do I owe your visit?” “Prince Vlad, I know what your dealings are with the wolves and surely you know the whole story about me and my war—you and I have a common enemy, the Alpha Darren...join me in this war and he will disappear forever.” Smiling at this nice thought, I stand up after grabbing a spear from behind the throne and throw it at him.

He breathed heavily, but he knew that it was the only thing that he could do as he looked at me, and he put a hand on his stomach, watching as his blood coated it. “Do you think that things are going to go the way that you want them forever, Alessandro?” He asked, shaking his head in question at me. “Say that they do today, what about tomorrow, in a year, two, or three? Do you believe that you are going to be able to count on a phoenix to fix things for you? I am not the only traitor here, and if you think that you can be with a woman who betrayed her whole family to be with you, and if you expect her to be loyal, then you are fucking wrong…” I kept my eyes on his for a few seconds before di