Grimstone Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“Bold? I’m just trying to cool off. It’s too hot today, don’t you think?” Lucas chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely heating up.” Drake exhaled sharply, setting his glass down with more force than necessary. “Do you always have to be this dramatic?” Sophie tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Dramatic? I’m just going for a swim.” And with that, she dove into the water, the coolness enveloping her like a secret embrace. She emerged slowly, pushing her hair back, droplets trailing down her skin, catching the sunlight like tiny jewels. She could feel their eyes on her.

Then again, I grabber her hand and stopped her from doing so. She violently grabbed her hand from me and took a step forward. Her eyes were filled with rage already. This little bitch has the thinnest patience and can never take sarcasm. She always wants fights, always needs to get everything she wants. A spoiled, nasty, little half-devil and half-vampire. "Are we fighting over this unidentified girl, Niklaus?" she shouted as if testing me. I crossed my arms over my chest and kissed her cheek. "I and Ambrosio did, Nat. Stop it and I am sorry for pissing you off," I consoled the brat.

he muttered. *** One thing Sophie had learned in her years on earth was that conditions and situations had different effects on people. As she grazed the grass with her bare feet, she felt surrounded by the oppressive silence that had become her constant companion. She sat on the edge of the rock, clutching her worn notebook to her chest. She had taken it from Rhys’ room not too long ago and had gone in search of him.

We had done it a number of times for people who were mated to rogues, and were exposed to danger. My father hissed. "Not with Larkxe. Doing that, would either strip him of his power, or worse, kill him." his voice was low and cold as he spoke, and together with his words, they gave me chills. "But why?" I asked, frowning. My mother sat on one of the chairs opposite from me, and sighed. "Because, Larkxe, is not just any wolf. He is going to be Alpha soon. You don't do those kind of spells on am Alpha." was her answer, which confused me the more.

It suddenly dawned on me that the thing that was hitting me, was a Rogue and they were just doing Alpha Knox’s dirty work. “Where is she?” I growl into the darkness. “Phin is busy, someone else is bringing you a present.” “Her name isn’t Phin. It’s Sophie with a capital Bitch in front of it.” “You know nothing.” “I know that she is a false witch. Someone who wants to be better, but she was never given the true gift.” His laugh echoes and I hear the creak of a door, followed by Linc’s scent. “Smell him half-breed?”

Outright physical confrontation with another Alpha's daughter would create political complications I didn't need right now, not with the Davidson situation still requiring delicate handling. Sophia swept into the living room like she owned it, her predatory gaze immediately focusing on Lily. My mate had risen from the couch, the book forgotten in her hands, her posture unconsciously defensive. "And you must be Mickey's... human," Sophia said, the slight pause making it clear she considered the word an insult. "How charming. I'm Sophia Blackstone." Lily's knuckles were white where she gripped the book, but her voice was steady when she replied. "Lily."

Lia replies, “Imagine having so much money you can afford to waste plants.” Even Elara laughs politely, and for a moment I can pretend we’re just girls. Then the wind shifts. My wolf’s head snaps up inside me so hard I nearly stumble. The scent hits the back of my throat, sour, unwashed, metallic with old blood. Rogue. Lia’s posture changes instantly, subtle, but I feel it: the way her body becomes ready. I stop walking. “Lia.” “I smell it,” she says, low. Tessa blinks. “Smell what?”

Though the Grimwald family found a lot of creatures, such as mermaids, vampires, Nagas, and many more, they never stop searching for new creatures. "How do you know if the new student is a boy or a girl?" I ask Sophia. Sophia threw herself onto her back, not thinking about it. "Well, let us find out tomorrow." "If he's a boy and he’s not cute, I won't date him," I joke. Deep down I didn't mean what I said. I don't ever think I could stop loving Brette. My wolf didn't want me to stop.

Sophie said with a thumbs-up. “I don’t need to demand anything. Raven has already given me everything I need. I won’t ask for more—except maybe a slight adjustment to his attitude.” Sophie’s laughter filled the kitchen upon hearing Gia’s words. “I agree, Gia. He could use a little more charm to be more approachable,” she said, wiping away tears of amusement. Gia couldn’t help but smile as well. “And I’m happy you’re willing to work hard to be more suitable for him. Not that you’re not already perfect, but I admire your drive to integrate into Mr. Lindgren’s other world,” Sophie added, her tone turning serious again.

she replied, her hands glowing with magic. The fight was chaotic, a blur of claws, teeth, and spells. Fatima was a whirlwind of motion, her knife flashing as she fought off a wolf twice her size. Sophie’s arrows found their marks with deadly precision, each one imbued with magic that burned through the wolves like fire. Eventually, the last wolf fell, its body crumbling to dust like the others. “Is everyone okay?” Jake asked, shifting back into human form. “Bruised but alive,” Fatima said, wiping blood from her cheek.