Sofia The First Mystic Isles Novels & Stories

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

She slid into his arms and he leaned over her, his face inches away from hers. "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." He did. The staff lined the pier to wave goodbye as Mark, Myra, Maddy, their friends, and Jasmine and her colleagues left the Island. Captain Wales and his crew took them smoothly over the water towards Guadeloupe, and when they arrived a small fleet of vehicles waited to take them to the Airport.

Talking to Miller made the walk pass quickly. “Well then, Mr. Engineer, it was nice meeting you. See you later.” Leaving him behind, my steps carried me toward Sarah and Sofia near one of the small cabin doors. “You abandoned me, bitch. I’ll never forgive you for this.” Apology filled Sofia’s widened eyes instantly. “I’m sorry, Isabella. You know how much I love the sea and this atmosphere. I couldn’t stop myself from running toward it.”

As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance surged through the skiff, clearing the mist for miles and revealing the islands in their raw, terrifying beauty. "You're here, Emma," Félix rasped against my skin, his forehead resting against mine. "This is the only map that matters." We made landfall on Mnemosyne, the largest of the isles. The ground wasn't soil; it was a fine, violet sand that felt like powdered glass. The trees weren't wood; they were crystalline structures that projected images of the past into the air like translucent fruit. Lyra and Caelum were entranced. They ran through the crystal groves, their tiny hands reaching out to touch the "Memory-Fruits."

"Greg, she just recovered. Do you think it's wise to send her into something so—" "She'll be fine," Father interrupted coldly. "She's a beta’s daughter, not some fragile thing. She has a responsibility to fulfill. The Alpha's orders are not to be questioned." The words hung heavy in the air. Zayn's team? Of all people... I couldn’t shake the feeling that the goddess was punishing me. For what, I had no idea, but the weight of it was suffocating. I could handle anything—anyone—but Zayn?

"So this is new territory for both of us." Maya considered that for a second, some of the tension in her shoulders easing at the admission. "So I'm the control group." "You're the control group." "Wonderful. I've always wanted to be a scientific first." Chloe draped a string of tinsel over Maya's shoulders like a battle medal, ornaments still swinging from her other hand where she'd clearly been mid-decorating when the whole ordeal started. "You," she said, jabbing a finger at me, "owe her something enormous. Jewelry. A vacation somewhere with zero relatives. I'm thinking beach."

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I was hyped up with energy and excitement as I tried to store each and everything in my mind, while Elijah walked casually around with his signature blank face. "Oh look, there's the bear collecting game", I slap his arm pointing excitedly towards a stall, and jogged towards it. I didn't know how to work the whole thing, so Elijah did for me instead like a knight in shining armor. "I want that baby giraffe, no, that little one", I demanded to him, who nodded his head. "Okay, my highness" I yelled cheering loudly as Elijah finally got me the giraffe after 4 failed attempts. "You shall be named Dogi", Elijah gave me a blank look.

“Alpha, your mate is still alive, although he’s going through a crisis at the moment-“ the seer replied, but wasn’t able to finish his explanation, as a worried Isabel interrupted him. “What kind of crisis?” “You need not to worry, alpha. It’s a personal crisis.” “What do you mean by that? Do you have the slightest idea who he is to me?” “Isabel contain yourself!” Rodrigo cautioned his daughter with an authoritative voice because he couldn’t risk anything happening to their pack seer. Isabel inhaled deeply and asked the seer to continue. “This mission is a difficult one, alpha, because, your opponent is of equal strength as you, and he may be more prepared…”