Wanda Pietro Novels & Stories

"The old man wants me to take her because the land is profitable under our flag. But what happens to his grand strategy if the Vale asset suddenly becomes a financial liability to this cartel?" Peyton raised an eyebrow, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. "What specific sabotage are you planning to deploy?" Lucien merely smirked, refusing to commit the data to the room's sensors. Out in the gallery, my secure comm-link vibrated against my belt. I snapped it open, recognizing the encryption signature of Wanda Hopkins, the director of the syndicate's cultural vanguard unit. "Speak, Director."

“And give her what she needs to feed herself and children.” “You do realize that the merchant is going to tell everyone that a high-ranked wolf bought half his stock, right?” Marcel asked as the two of us walked out. “let him do that.” I said calmly. “I want the food that is within the Petrova territory to reach the people who need them. I don’t care what it would take, pretend that they’re not coming from out grounds, but these people are going to be dying for choices that could have been made for them… and their children shouldn’t suffer because of it.”

The way she moved through the halls, the way the pack gravitated toward her, how she spoke with them like she’d been born for this place. My Luna. My wife. The woman who somehow managed to find a way to enter my life and settle somewhere deep, somewhere I didn’t even think existed anymore. And for once, the words didn’t feel forced, nothing when it came to being with or around her felt forced. I was halfway through reviewing a patrol report when Alessandro stepped into my office, clearing his throat. “She’s here,” he said. “And she is not here to talk to Natalia, Alpha.” I didn’t need to ask who.

“Hold on, okay? Hold on.” Not now, not now. Tears flowed from her eyes, she can't die just like that. Just when they knew the truth. Everybody went silent. They gathered around the priestess of Virsathen and the great elf witch. “There’s no need.” The witch held onto Inwë’s hand to stop her. “I have already finished the Creator’s task for me. I finally found you, the witch heiress and my niece. I know Estelel is happy, wherever she maybe. Her soul can now be freed from the Virsathen. I may now rest my soul.”

What if the pack rejects her and the baby? Wanda snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Mira’s voice. Mira is one of the pack maids. She is in charge of the laundry and occasional outfits of every member of the house. Despite her miniature frame, she is in her mid-forties and has gathered enough experience in laundry matters. She has a commandeering voice that makes her subordinates get things done at the snap of her fingers. She is arriving from the Pack Laundry house when she sees Petra and Wanda in the garden. Petra is plaiting Wanda’s hair into cornrows. The former had insisted, even though Wanda did not feel up to it. However, now that she is holding a mirror and can see what Petra i

Wanda said “I am oracle, my powers are limited… but you… you are a witch… you can do it…. so now, do as you promised and get us dragon blood from those two dragon people” Wanda said proudly “Two Dragon?” I questioned her with confused face “Yes! that other female dragon… is Dragon Paramigini” Wanda replied

A moment of silence passes. "Get this through your thick wolf brain," Christophe says, "we are her protectors. Not you". He rises from his seat directly across Will's, spreading his hands against the wooden surface, "If we deem it too dangerous to stay. We go." Will pushes off his chair. Aggression rippling through him like a wave. "I can kill you as easily as I killed those vampires in the car." He growls, "Andrea belongs here with me."

“They have been keeping company for so long, they are the reason I haven’t died of boredom.” The first to step forward is a young woman with sharp eyes and jet black hair, Wanda always told me that her whole family is culturally and continentally diverse because her aunts and uncles from her father’s side were all getting married to people from different part of the continents, so it’s not a shock that while Wanda is half American, half African, her cousin is half American, half Spanish. “This is my cousin, Isa. She’s the one I always rave about at work. She goes to NYU, final year.” Wanda says, gesturing at her.

The next day I could speak and move better and so I wasted no time at all in resuming my duties as Don from the room I was, Luca still handled the parts that involved moving, bargaining and meetings. "We still have to find out who's doing all this-" "I already did that." Pietro interrupts me. "Who is it?" "It's a long story that I'll have to analyze-" "Analyze after you tell me the name!" I growl. "Maria Da Costa." He spills. "You've got to be shitting me. Are you crazy?" I glower at him. "No, listen to Pietro this time. I thought he was insane I even hit him for persisting-" One of my uncles tried to persuade me.

said Wanda who just came out of the house. “Wanda, what are you doing here? Go in,” Mateo said, annoyed. “What? I should let my brother fight alone” she said angrily. “She did not kill anyone and we will not let you take her,” she said angrily. “We have to take her,” said a voice behind them. It was Peter, he walked towards the house. “Alpha,” said a man in front and he bowed down. He was followed by Elena, Ruby, Jack, Regina, James, and Jacob.