Grimstone Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

I wrapped Lily's little wooden carvings in cloth and tucked them carefully into my bag. Each piece held a memory— a small token of survival in the dark. Then the door slammed open. Liam stood there— bloodshot eyes, unshaven, wrecked. The arrogant Alpha was gone. In his place stood a cornered animal, radiating desperation and fury. He saw me packing. His eye twitched. "Sophie. You're really doing this?" His voice was raw, scraped clean of pretense. "Fine. Tear up the mate contract. I won't fight you for the pup."

Sophie loops her arm through mine and drags me toward the weekend market three blocks down. Stalls explode with color. Fresh flowers. Handmade jewelry. Weird lamps shaped like pineapples. Sophie spots one with neon pink fringe and decides it’s destiny. She haggles like a pro. The vendor doesn’t stand a chance. Ten minutes later she holds the lamp over her head like she just won the Olympics. “For your new vibe!” she announces. “It screams ‘hot mess with excellent taste.’”

I managed to ask my gaze drawn to the wolf's. The wolf's growl rang true in my mind. It chuckled making a menacing and mocking sound. "The grimoire is central to your journey. Whether you accept it or not it is a part of your destiny." I shook my head a defiant gesture in the face of impending doom. "I refuse to be defined by it" I said my voice firmer than I was. "I won't let my life be controlled by some ancient mystical text." "And what do you think my role is in all this?"

he asked sternly, his eyes fixed on her, his training radiating from his presence. Startled, the woman turned to face Lark, panic flashing in her eyes. Instinctively, she attempted to flee, but Lark swiftly closed the gap between them, his hands firmly grasping hers to prevent her escape. In that moment, her scarf slipped from her face, revealing the features of a person Lark knew all too well— Gwen Lark's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Though he had never truly met Gwen, her face had an undeniable familiarity. Caught off guard by her unexpected presence, his composed demeanor faltered momentarily, causing him to stumble over his words.

Xavier felt Sophie’s grip tighten. “I gave her a book from my personal library,” Lumden said. “The Northern Wolves. It was the last time I ever saw her.” Sophie’s voice shook. “They said she died by her own hand.” Lumden met her gaze. “I know the truth in my heart. Lashes on the back do not come from your own hand.” The words struck like a blow. Xavier felt Sophie go rigid. He thought of the marks he had once seen on her own skin, the scars she carried because of Lucian’s cruelty. Rage flared hot and dangerous inside him.

CHAPTER 8 The Son Who Forgot His Mother’s Voice POV: Elara The triumph from the boardroom felt like a cold, thin sheet of ice. It looked solid, but I was falling through it. I walked toward the family wing, my lungs rattling with every step. I didn't need a boardroom to feel powerful; I needed my son to look at me without that glint of predatory judgment. I found Arlo in the library, surrounded by old pack scrolls. He was trying to read the ancient Runes, his small brow furrowed in frustration.

I sat on one of the cushions in the room, staring at Artemis as she held Sophie's hand in hers. She had initially asked Sophie questions about her wolf and after getting replies, she held her hands. Artemis's eyes were closed as she chanted some spells over a confused-looking Sophie. At the end of the chant, Sophie yawned tiredly like one who was exhausted, I watched on in curiosity. "I'm done Alpha" Artemis said through the mind link as she quietly left Sophie's side. I followed her outside, the curiosity in my eyes evident. "So?" "Lady Sophie, She doesn't have any Lycan at all, she is no different from a human"

She and Sophie had ridden to school without me today because Jason offered to pick me up. “Hey bitch,” Sophie called out. Sophie Wilson is the wildest in the group. She got a fake ID first, got high on weed on her fifteenth birthday, had sex the same day, got suspended twice, and brought alcohol to school once. I still haven’t gotten the chance to drink alcohol because Grandma would have my tongue if I did. Sophie once convinced us to get our hair dyed blue, it took weeks to get the color off my thick curls. Lurane’s mother had been so aghast by the sight of her precious daughter’s blue hair that she almost had a heart attack. Lurane Grant on the other hand is the wise owl in our friend grou

“Sky isn’t a blood witch.” “We know. The binding spell would have seen to that.” Sophie glared. “Which begs the question what exactly are you.” Raine looked down and I felt her tugging at me to step forward. I snorted and threw back my head. ‘I face a giant as a slave’ ‘Hold a sheath without a blade yeah’ ‘Baby how you want it’ ‘Iron turn to flesh’ ‘I think you caused it’ ‘See right through my chest’ ‘And you’re the optic’

Ever since he gave me the ring to stop turning into the Phantom Wolf that resides inside me until night, we have been jabbing at each other constantly. But the moment her worthless assistant, Adrian is mention, my anger steps up a level. "Oh, would you like to talk about Thea and her boyfriends sex life?" I say, watching the way Jasper stiffens, and his hands clench into fists by his side. I just can't wait until our deals are done. He gets Lexia to kill the man behind the uprising, so his heart will beat again from his repent, and he can be with his mate. And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia.