Petra Marvel 소설 & 이야기

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She was thin, her dark hair streaked with premature grey despite looking no older than her late twenties, but her eyes held a fierce intelligence that captivity hadn't dimmed. "You're her," she breathed. "The Silver Luna. The one who freed the wolves at the Montana facility." Tears began streaming down her face. "We felt it, all of us felt it when you broke their hold. The guards, they became confused, disorganized. We saw our chance, and we ran." I moved toward her slowly, aware of Kane's protective presence at my back. "You're safe now," I assured her gently. "What's your name?" "Peta," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "Peta Thornton. I was taken from the Silver Creek pack twe

Amora Before she could push further, I urged her to my study room. I was sitting behind my desk as I examined the envelope she had given me. She was sitting on the black couch in my study. "His name is Davis as you would find in some of those files." She told me as I flipped through the pages however, what she said next made me look up at her. "His name is Davis London. He is from the Midnight pack and beta to the late Alpha Calvin."

“You, darling are something special. Not only are you of alpha blood but you were blessed by all the gods with their children as mates. Hence the vampire here and the others if you have already found them.” Maria could not speak and only nodded in agreement. “Okay good, before I continue, please tell me that you have not made contact with the Merman.” Still unable to speak Maria shook her head. Derrick sighed in relief. “What is going on?” asked Lorenzo but Derrick still ignored him and kept his focus on the goddess in front of him.

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

Not with her. She shook her head slowly, a bitter, hysterical laugh slipping past her lips before she could stop it. "And what the hell does that have to do with me?" Damian’s jaw tightened. "I wish it didn't. But unfortunately, it does." Valerie's laugh grew louder, sharper, echoing off the high emerald walls. She looked like a woman losing her grip, her eyes wide and glassy. "It does? Petra is expecting a child... and the father is...?" She stepped forward, her vision tunneling as she locked onto his face. "You? You, Damian?"

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

"It is not healthy for a witch to have her magic bound. How long has she had the runes on her back?" "I don't know," I admit. "I haven't asked her." "She is your mate!" Petra shrieks. "Shouldn't you all be head over heels in love, sharing your deepest darkest secrets?" "That's just it," I tell Petra. "She doesn't recognize that I am her mate, and she keeps insisting that she is a human." "Have you noticed any powers?" Petra asks nosily. "I think her powers are related to the palms of her hands," I admit. "She is determined to wear gloves constantly, and when she does take them off, she is very conscious about what she touches."