Pietro Quicksilver Novels & Stories

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Seeing that golden chance, Virando released his hug for a little while. “That’s the shit and bad ass Pete Jupiter Huangwira who’s tried to snatch you away from me, Sumi Darling… Let me give him a light and leisure lesson…” Sumico raised up her eyebrows for a little while in her slight perplexity as well as curiosity. Virando swung his hand in the air and emitted his blue light. He directed his blue light towards Pete Jupiter Huangwira. Pete Jupiter Huangwira was seen slipping on his own steps. He fell off forwards and fell on a young lady’s body. More unfortunately for him, his hands landed on that young lady’s twin mountainous hillsides. The young lady definitely squealed quite long and dre

For now, the Alphas are discussing bets, enjoying drinks, and watching dance performances. Just when I finish with work, a force grabs my wrist and pulls me into a corner. Beneath the moonlight, his blue eyes meet mine. “Didn’t you say you want to meet Fera?” His fingers dangle the keys inches away from my eyes, ringing the clinking of metal. “How did you get the keys?” “I am Rizz Sylvester.” He whispers. My lips couldn't help but smile. We escape the crowd, going back inside, and sneakily enter the Silver Quarters. The hallways are empty, and so are the rooms. There are more than sixty rooms alone in the Silver Quarters. Lozark does spend lavishly.

Scary stories to tell pups at night. But I'd found proof, documents, testimonies. Mass graves. And I'd sworn that if I ever found a living Silver Blood, I'd use them to bring the whole corrupt system down. Now one had just fallen into my lap. Sera stirred slightly, a small sound of distress escaping her lips. Without thinking, I reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were cold, trembling. The moment our skin touched, I felt it, a spark of recognition, a pull that went deeper than logic.

Her prediction failed. The silver wolf sped up his last few steps and kicked the ground with his last step to jump up towards them. Kitty finally understood why he was called The Silver Lightning -- he was FAST! Comparing to his movement, Kitty felt like her legs were just running in slow motion. Well, running is running. Kitty didn't stop her steps and just as she passed -- well, as the silver shadow passed her, she heard a huge bang from a crash coming from behind her.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

Pietro near one of the windows --- Pietro can go home now, I'm the one who's going to finish this training-- I finish talking by slapping Scarlet's ass. She grumbles and punches my back, (as if it hurts)-- I think ironically Mr. Pietro leaves the room with an amused look, amused by our scene. --- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DENIEL JACKSON MARTIN?-- he asks angrily, but wait, wasn't I supposed to be the one mad?

The pack reacted instantly, but Cassian raised his hand. "No. They're here for me." He stepped forward, power rippling through him. "I am Cassian Silvermoon, heir of Nightshade, son of storm and phoenix. You want to test me? Test me." The first attacker lunged. Cassian didn't move until the last second, then lightning erupted from his core. Not wild, not uncontrolled—precise. The attacker flew backward, convulsing. The second and third came together. Cassian's partial transformation was beautiful—human form wreathed in silver fur and electricity, moving like water and striking like thunder.

He felt the frozen, agonizing weight of the Gilded Silence. If he fell, the shield dropped. If the shield dropped, these men would beat him to death, mutate into Savage Men, and swarm the Silver Spire. They would tear the penthouse apart. They would tear Jack apart. I'll be exactly a half-step behind your right shoulder. Marcus drove his heavy right boot into the polymer floor. With a monstrous, terrifying surge of raw, heavyweight kinetic strength, he forced himself back up to his feet, lifting the crushing weight of the rabid men with him.