Sofia The First Mystic Meadows Novels & Stories

"Now that I can actually notice them when I’m not under attack." "She is right." Sofia says. "Just look at that pretty arc." She points to the branches that have leaves and moss, creating a perfect doorway. She imidiatly, like a child, runs to it. It's things like this that make me forget she is older than me. "No, dont," Amara yells, dropping poor Cole's head to the ground. "Dont let her..." Morgana also yells, and before I have time to question what the matter is, Sofia disappears through the arc into nothingness.

As expected, the owl had noticed her disheartened mood and was now perched on the chair, waiting expectantly. Its little red eyes blinked, and it stared intently at her, awaiting her decision. Sofia forced a smile on her face. "That's not necessary, Owl, but thank you. Do you have any specific instructions?" The owl croaked in agreement and flew towards the door, where it transformed into a beautiful, golden dragonfly. The dragonfly flitted around her, stopping periodically in front of her face and making various gestures with its wings as if urging her to follow it. Sofia understood. It was asking her to follow it on one of its many journeys through the skies. She knew perfectly well that s

Not even my sight can pierce the shielding placed there by the First Kings. “I’m not looking with my eyes,” Sofia said, her voice growing steady. She began to walk toward the wall, her footsteps light and purposeful. “I’m looking with the friction. The air is rubbing against something that isn't supposed to be there. It’s a pocket. A hidden chamber.” (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW)

She put Sona in charge of selling and warned her sternly not to hide any money or do anything foolish. On top of everything else, Magdalena also had to deal with Sona’s old “customers” and keep them away. One day, Sara picked up her favorite book, "The Sunlight, that I See," and set off walking toward the forest, hoping to find a quiet place to read. She soon found a small hill covered in green, from where she could see the house clearly, while the dust and noise of the road could not reach her. Large stones had been arranged there like chairs. Apparently, Sara was not the only one who had noticed this cozy little place. Other people, most likely young ones, seemed to gather there from time

"I don't see the harm. And it would introduce new food for us to hunt. Plus the reduction in crime would be most welcome. Discuss this matter with your realm's leader. Should they agree, bring what you know would survive this harsh environment. You will be in charge of this project." "Sweet!" I bounced up, my wings fluttering a little. "I'll be back then!" I skipped out of the doors. Getting to a run, I gave a huge flap of my wings and was airborne. Nanira, the Goddess of Ethereal, was a very peaceful Goddess. She was open to new ideas and would lend a hand when needed. I flew out of Hell's gates and used my nose to determine which way to go next. Southwest it was. I could always smell the l

Sofia's POV I never thought that I'll be stepping to the land where I left my broken heart. The land where those terrible events happened. My heart shattered into pieces again upon remembering those scenarios. I have no plans of stepping in this place, but I can't withstand my parents knowing that they were in a critical situation. “Is everything alright, Sofia?” Blaze asked and I turn my gaze towards him. He was carrying my son, and they looked so cute together. “Yes, Blaze and maybe, I just can't believe that I'll step to this land again after two years.” I replied and which made him sigh.

and she shut her eyes while her mind raced with crazy thoughts on where he might be taking her. When the bike came to a halt he hopped off “keep them closed” he said and next thing she was being scooped up off the bike bridal style. She felt him moving and when he had stopped he gently put her on her feet. “Open your eyes” he encouraged her. She slowly opened her eyes, they were atop a hill overlooking the city. The dun was just now setting and the city lights glowed. It was truly a beautiful sight. “Do you have any idea where we are?” He asked her. She shook her head no, still too mesmerized by the beauty of the view to make a sound. “Look behind you” he turned around and was now looking i

Sofia’s POV On the drive toward the orphanage, Sofia sat in the back of the reinforced SUV, staring out the tinted window. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she replayed the morning in her mind—how she had seduced Luca, the way his strong resolve had crumbled under her touch, the possessive way he had pulled her back into bed afterward. He acts so tough, she thought, smiling to herself, but he can’t say no to me. The memory made her stomach flutter with warmth and desire. She also thought about the moment she said the word love.

She was a natural showoff, and her shift was quicker than mine had been. Our paws trudged over the growth in the clearing, as Kiran took the lead, and led us up the mountain for Saga’s first run. Gunnar trailed behind Saga, and I passed him and ran next to her. She was a beautiful wolf, but then again, she’d always been beautiful to me.

Sofia The agonizing echo of Theo's question still vibrated through the silver chain in my chest, a heavy, jagged weight left behind from the wind-swept peak of the Whispering Hilltop. Are you mine… or the prophecy's? The raw heartbreak of that confrontation had left an invisible bruise on my soul, a lingering ache that even the short journey down to my family's old estate in Montenegro couldn't soothe. I had desperately needed a haven, a place where the walls remembered the ordinary girl I used to be before the Moonveil Gala tore my world apart.