Novels by Sonique Scribe

"You are free to choose your path, Abigail. You are stronger than his lies."The voice of Serafine sounded in my head-a small beacon of light tearing through the darkness that had consumed my mind for far too long. I felt the magic of Lucian clutching at my throat, seeking to snuff out the light, but something buried deep within me had started to stir-a truth hidden even from myself.The visions that had wracked my mind finally dissipated, and I saw Lucian's face, twisted in anticipation. He thought he had me, that he'd won, but he had no idea yet.I drew a deep breath and let the tumult of what was happening around us fade to a silent hush. Now or never. "You're right, Lucian," I said, willing my tone to stay even. "I do know what I must do."His face twisted in a triumphing leer. "Then fulfill your destiny," he hissed, reptilian.I met his stare, eyes slitting. "I already have."Before Lucian could even react, I harnessed a surge of magic deep within me and let it explode, shatteri

As we entered deep into the tunnel , the walls seemed to close in on us. Every step that we took resounded against the blackness.With every minute, the air grew heavier as we re-approached the stronghold of Lucian, taut with tension, as every step weighed upon me. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face him; there was just no more time left for doubts. The course of events that would ensue would seal my family's fate. and maybe even my own.As we emerged from the final tunnel, the entrance to Lucian's lair loomed ahead: a dark fortress built into the side of the cavern wall. Shadows seemed to gather around it, twisting and curling like smoke. A shiver crawled down my spine as we approached, but I forced myself to stay calm. We had a plan, even if it was full of risks.We burst through the main entrance, our magic flaring to life as we fought our way inside. The clash of spells and clash of swords was heavy in the air as Lucian's forces swarmed us. I fought beside Damien, my heart r

"We have to go after them!"Still, the last words of Damien were echoing in my ears when I finally found a moment to slip from the crowd. I pounded inside my chest, not just from the fight, but from the turmoil inside me-from Owen's betrayal-but something clanged furiously in my head. The storm at my center tore me asunder.Down a catwalk, I came to a small alcove where the darkness just about ate up any light. The cool stone walls bit into my back as I leaned against them trying to calm my breathing and the thoughts that raced through my mind. Just as I closed my eyes, a voice whispered from behind me in the dark."You look troubled, Abigail."My eyes flew open, and in that instant, my pulse shot up as finally the man stepped out of the shadows. The air seemed to have grown cold with his presence, his eyes shining with both mirth and something darker."What do you want?" I asked, trying not to let my voice show the shaking inside me.He leaned his head, lips curling into a thin s

"Make your choice."The lieutenant's voice continued to ring in my mind, even as I ran wildly through the tunnels, my breathing rough. My heart pounded in my chest, and for one wild moment, the dark temptation of his offer pressed upon me. Betray Serafine and the pack… save myself. It was a coward's choice, a traitor's path. But a small part of me, the part of me that had doubted whether I was strong enough to protect them-whispered that maybe it could be our chance. No, I told myself sharply. I couldn't let my mind go there. I pushed it away and refocused on finding the others. I would never betray my family no matter how bad things got.Rounding a corner, I nearly collided with Damien. Relief danced across his face to see me, yet was speckled with urgency. "Daniel, thank the Moon you're here. We need to regroup—Lucian's forces are closing in fast."I nodded and fell into step beside him as we sprinted down the tunnel. The sounds of far-off fighting got louder with every step.

The earth around me opened with so much fierceness, a low rumbling that seemed to tear the very earth asunder.Before I could even turn, the ground had split, and I was tumbling into chaos. I landed on hard earth, the impact knocking the air from my lungs. It was all chaos, dust, falling rocks, the sound of distant shouting echoing off cavern walls. As I struggled to my feet, the dust began to settle and my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering down from above.I froze, the image around me blurring as my mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening. We fell into some sort of large underground chamber, ancient and hauntingly beautiful. Strange symbols carved into the stone walls glowed with a silvery tint of light, unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was a relic left behind by some lost, magical civilization, long forgotten by the world above.But it was what was at the center of the room that took my breath away, there was some sort of pedestal, and on top of th

"Mom!"My own voice is returned in the darkness and the storm pounds until I feel the edge of exhaustion. The darkness courses through my body, shaking me to the core, threatening to swallow me whole in its depths. I pulled myself together, trying until I was suddenly aware that the air had shifted. The temperature drops, a coldness running down my spine. I sense him before I see him-Lucian.Lucian emerges from whirling shadows, stepping forward. Something authoritative in his figure, something coldly calm about the manner in which he advances through the chaos erupting in the air around us, draws my gaze irresistibly his way. Gleaming dark eyes fasten on me, a cold dread rising up in my chest. He raises a hand, and in but a gesture, the whirling storm around me begins to settle, as if even magic I struggle to grasp bends to his will."Enough of this, Abigail," he says smoothly, tone laced with a command. "Stop struggling with the man. You waste your breath on one not even worth

They all turned to the door and saw an angry Andrew holding a shotgun.Patricia knew Isabelle blew up the whole deal the moment she saw Andrew, and she scoffed.Alejandro and Margaret jumped to their feet as Andrew shot at the ceiling.“You disgusting pig,” he growled, “tried to fool me. Do you have any idea who I am?” Andrew roared.“I told you she'd never pass as me,” Patricia muttered.“Silence!” he shouted as he let out another shot.Isabelle was still outside, pacing. She was scared to see her uncle's face.When she heard the gunshots, she thought her uncle had hurt Andrew. She raced inside the office with her head down and fell on her knees.Everyone turned their gazes to her, and she didn't notice. She fell to her knees and cried out, “I'm sorry, Uncle. I tried all I could to please the client.”“It seemed you just weren't enough,” Andrew sneered.Isabelle raised her head slowly to see her uncle and his wife shivering in Andrew's presence. Her eyes widened in shock. “Was this e

“N… no sir, I'm not,” she stuttered, her shoulders tensed as she stood frozen in shock.“Who the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house?” He asked slowly, breathing heavily to control his anger.Her chest heaved as she replied, “Sir, I… I… I…”He clicked his tongue and cut in, “You better give me a damn straight answer.”Two dangerous-looking men slowly pranced towards them. Isabelle turned to them as she swallowed in fear; the zip-lock bag fell out of her hand.She quickly bent and picked it up before stretching it to Andrew.“Sir, I was sent by my uncle to deliver this file to you,” she rushed, her hands trembling.He narrowed his eyes at her, his jaw clenched in restrained fury. “What file?”The venom in his tone sent a jolt of terror through her. A panicked gasp tore from her throat as her hands flinched, sending the file flying from her grasp and scattering papers across the floor, again.As she bent down to pick up the files, she noticed that all the papers were b

“You annoying little runt,” Patricia, Alejandro's daughter, growled at Isabelle, landing a resounding slap on her cheeks.Isabelle sucked in air through her teeth as she ran her quivering hand over her reddening cheeks, her other hand stiff by her side.“What did I do now?” she asked as tears gathered in her large eyes.“I'm going to assume you did not just ask me that,” Patricia answered as she inched towards Isabelle, both fists balled. “What did I tell you about my laundry?” she asked, spittle blasting in Isabelle's face. She had to squeeze her face and step back.Isabelle stood mute, her head down, her palm glued to her aching cheek.“Answer me, and stop looking at my shoes like an idiot,” she growled, pushing Isabelle by the shoulder, making her stumble back and hit the back of her head on the wall.“Ma… Madam asked me to drop everything I was supposed to do to run an errand for her, so I… I just gave everything to the laundry man,” Isabelle stammered and swallowed hard as she st

“You worthless trash!” Alejandro Moner, Isabelle's uncle, told her that after she tripped and made his tray of breakfast, she was holding turnover.“I… I… I'm so sorry, Sir. Let me quickly clean this up,” she stuttered, trembling.“You imbecile!” He yelled, and Isabelle flinched. “I'm getting late for an important meeting. Get me another breakfast, then you can eat these,” he sneered, his gaze darting to the food on the floor.“Yeah… you know we don't waste food in this house,” Margaret, Alejandro's wife, added as she sauntered towards the dining table, wearing a smirk on her face.Isabelle rushed to the kitchen to get a fresh tray of food, without saying a word.“This girl Isabelle is just useless,” Margaret said to Alejandro. “Just basic house chores and she's so clumsy. Don't you think it's time we get rid of her?”Isabelle walked in with her head down. She dropped the tray on the table, and started to dish out the food.“How do you mean?” Alejandro asked Margaret, ignoring Isabell