Sofia The First Amulet Novels & Stories

"These beasts have mates, like soulmates. Lovers chosen for them by the Moon Goddess, their deity." I nearly choked on my soup as I laughed bitterly. "I am not his soulmate. That's bullshit. I'd rather die than be tied to those monsters in any way." Sophie smirked, leaning closer. "Or you could find a way to kill him. You'll have plenty of chances to get close." "Don't even think about it," Madam Anna interrupted, her face suddenly serious. "Talking like that is a death wish. Many have tried, and none have succeeded. Your best option is to escape, dear. That's the only way you might survive."

Chapter One -- The Fall Sofia moved quietly around the house, humming to herself, and setting the dining-table. “Perfect.” She mumbled as she lit up a little candle in the middle. The smell of roasted chicken and fresh vegetables filled the air. “I pray this work.” Sofia said, hoping this would help her mate, Damien, out of his distant moods. Several attempts had failed as she tried to him to pass a moment with her, had rendered her sad yet she could not resist the temptation of a quiet intimate dinner to-night. Maybe to-night that would be different. Maybe tonight would end well, revive their mate bond and maybe… the dull and fading mate mark on her neck would be brought back to life.

ALARIC'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I watched Sofia stir beside me, her breathing even, her features calm for the first time since this chaos began. She looked fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that stirred something primal within me. My mate. The word still sent ripples of emotion through me—protectiveness, desire, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.

His eyes widen and for just a moment, he looks like he's seeing me clearly—really seeing the woman who stands before him instead of the broken creature he expects. "I, Sofia Homes, reject you, Andrew Grafton, as my mate and Alpha." The words ring with finality, carrying a power that makes every wolf in the room step back. Andrew staggers as if struck, his hand going to his chest. "Sofia, wait, you don't understand what you're doing—" "I understand perfectly." I'm already climbing the stairs, my voice carrying back to them. "I'm choosing myself for the first time in three years."

Gharp goes to aid him. “Tia,” Sophii whispers to me, catching my attention, “, if it comes down to it, I heard that witch’s amulets can be destroyed with something in particular.” Reaching into her specially sewn in pockets she pulls out what looks to be a very short dagger. “A dagger that has been blessed by the Lake of Gods. Most of our daggers in the village have been blessed, since it aids in killing Skelly’s should they ever travel into the village to harm us.” The dagger itself was nothing particularly special. The blade appeared somewhat blunt and the hilt was wrapped up in a dark brown cloth. I nodded, accepting the blade even though I was sure it wouldn’t be that useful to me. I nee

Queen mused with a chuckle “ That's not true, you actually stressed me and aunty out” Sofia mumbled “ Where is Alexis?” I mumbled sitting down “ She dropped few metres to the estate, she said she had something to take care of” Queen said taking a box to me “ I bought you this” Queen muttered and opened the box which emited a ray of sky blue. The bracelet sparkles almost hindering Queen sight “ It looks…breathtaking, right?” Queen asked Sofia “ Yes, it does look breathtaking” Sofia replied with a low groan.

On my sixteenth birthday, the day before my village was claimed for Fresonia, I rebuilt an entire home that had been burned down with merely a glance. My fellow villagers viewed me with awe–and envy. No one quite knew how this power came to be in my possession, but all we knew was that I was trying hard to prove myself worthy. I was out in a nearby field practicing my larger spells when I met him. Samuel, the first King of Fresonia. He studied my magical practices with a smile on his face. “What is your name, girl?” he asked, his voice smooth as butter. I gave him what I could only hope was a winning smile. “They call me Sofia.”

"They're in the back room with the nanny. She... she didn't take them, Bella." "Then why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Dante asked, crossing the room to stand over her. Sofia reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small, silver locket. She placed it on the table. It was an old piece, the metal tarnished, but the engraving was clear: E.B. to E.B. "She didn't come for the children," Sofia said, looking at Dante. "She came to tell me that the search is over. She gave Julian the codes, Dante. She traded the immunity for the silence of the 'First.'"

After a day of staying locked up in her room, she freshened up and decided to get on with life. There was no other horse that could replace Levi in her heart. Sofia, after changing into her new clothes, decided to send a letter to her father. She knew it was risky, but Freya could help her deliver it safely. She had to speak to her father about her loss and the rogues; they needed weapons, wolfsbane, uranium, and these things might not be easy to collect in the pack. Sofia had been thinking, and she certainly knew something had gone wrong with Levi. It must have been another attempt on her life, she had to become Alpha as soon as possible.