Real Sofia The First Amulet Novels & Stories

Sovia had a point. Gesturing with my hands, my voice came out in a low tone. “It's a healing balm so the injury on your neck doesn’t leave scars.” Once I said those words, the whole place seemed quieter than usual. Then slowly, Sovia’s warmth started creeping as she moved closer. “By any chance—is His Highness worried about me? Hmm.” Her doe eyes blinked with such innocence yet her lips stretched in such a teasing smile. “I’m not worried. It will be a shame to save you, then see you die in less than a week.” Bringing the medicine closer, I scoffed. “Take it.”

"That map leads to the Bloodmoon Amulet. A relic that could change everything for our kind." Lycia’s pulse pounded. She had heard the name before, whispered in passing, but she had never known its true significance. Cove watched her reaction closely. "I don’t think you stole it just for money. And I don’t think you’re as clueless as you pretend to be." She opened her mouth to argue, but the words died on her tongue. If he thought she knew more than she did, maybe she could use that. "So what happens now?" she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady.

She smiled at her, trying to conceal the war that’s happening in her mind. “Yeah! Where’s my gift mom?” She asked eagerly. “Nerissa, can you get my gift, it’s at the very back,” She told their maid who’s seated on Claire’s other side. “Okay, ma’am,” Nerissa said before reaching for her gift. Then, she handed the gift to her. It’s a customized silver purple sapphire necklace that’s made to look like sofia the first’s amulet. “Wow mom! This looks like sofia’s amulet! I love it, thankyou mom! I love you,” She planted a kiss on her cheek while she smile, caressing her head gently.

“She needs stitches.” He did. He worked quickly, cleaning the wound and stitching with a steady hand. The girl cried when the antiseptic touched her skin; my wolf stirred at the sound of pain, not because he claimed the girl but because pain was pain and I had no patience for people being ignored. When the final bandage was wrapped, the girl looked at me with clearer eyes. “You’re him,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. The woman beside her frowned, but the girl ignored her. “You’re the Alpha.”

Sofia Russo dashed into the elevator, running late for work, she also needed to give a reasonable explanation why she didn’t show up for work yesterday, but the guards were aware. But as soon as the doors closed, she found herself face-to-face with the notorious mafia don, Luca Greco. Her heart raced as he pulled her closer, his smoldering gaze sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, "Two minutes before the elevator stops. Enough time for a quickie." Sofia was taken aback, disgusted by his brazen proposition. She tried to push him away, but he was too powerful.

Every so often, they’d send over a pile of so-called “gifts” There was a diamond ring from the British royal collection worth 200 million. There was a long-lost landscape masterpiece from Song Dynasty. There was also a prized crown that a heritage jeweler had taken years of painstaking effort to meticulously craft. Sutton looked at me eagerly, saying, “Do you like these? Please don’t be angry anymore.” I crossed my arms and let out a derisive laugh. “Sutton, do you really think I’d care about any of this? When we first got together, did you think this kind of stunt would work on me?”

Clean, assessing, specific. There. Something in my chest completed a calculation I had been refusing to finish for weeks. He's going to choose her. Not because Seraphina was unworthy or manipulative or had engineered the outcome — she hadn't. Because Seraphina Velmere was Second Rank highest tier with measurable Aura cultivation and a family lineage extending to the empire's founding and the kind of controlled elegance that made political marriages function. Because this was how empires operated. Because I was a corridor staff member with fabricated papers from Ruen who had spent a year engineering proximity and the Emperor of the Aurelian continent could not choose the girl who sorted lette

I heard Whitney and Mari squeal. “YES! YES!! YES!!!" I screamed as he placed the ring on my finger and lifted my from the ground. He twirled us around as everyone screamed and clapped. “I love you Sofia” “ I love you Matteo” **Sofia's engagement ring**

Carter struggled, stubbornly squeezing a few words out of her suffocation, "I'm an Alpha of the Werewolf ... Sofia! You can't do this!" "I'm not going to kill you," Sofia quirked up the corners of her mouth in a mysterious smile, "I just want you to spend all of your future lives tasting what it's like to lose your wolf as well. Surely you're well acquainted with this, as you have poisoned my child since she was born!" Sofia's hair floated up and black filled her turquoise eyes. She recited a spell again that was much more obscure than the last, complicated as if it were words that didn't belong in this world.

By midmorning, Axel had secured the outer perimeter and given the all-clear for trusted members of the club to enter the upper grounds. The first to arrive was Sofia. She stepped into the suite carrying a small wrapped box in her hands, her usually composed face softer than I had ever seen it. “For the first day she belongs only to herself,” she said. Inside the box was a delicate silver charm bracelet, tiny enough for a baby’s future wrist, engraved with a single word. Free. The sight of it made my throat tighten. Sofia leaned over the cradle station where Aurelia now rested after feeding and touched the blanket lightly.