Sonaze Comic Novels & Stories

Zoe I blink my eyes and look around groggily. The sound of my ringing phone woke me up from my dreamless sleep. Azazel sits up with an annoyed grunt. “What the bloody hell?” He growls out in irritation. I watch as he rises from the bed, completely naked, and reaches for my phone with a scowl. My throat constricts at the amazing sight of his tight ass, ridged back and firm thighs. His golden body is perfect. He looks like a Greek statue. His tattoo wings stand out in contrast to his honey skin and golden hair. He’s magnificent, and he’s all mine.

Title: Spark Episode 15 Written by Victor Olusa Zeus stared at the gentle pond with his axe sparking in his right hand. His left artificial arm was cut off in the fight against Sango. He walked towards the pond and walked into it. He sunk into the pond and stretched forth his axe upwards, so that the only object above the surface of the pond was the axe. The clouds above turned dark. Lightning struck from above directly into the pond. The whole pond boiled as lightning struck it.

I'm sorry that……” She broke into tears and her daughter, Larose comforted her mother but I still couldn't buy into their story. It's just…… No. There's no way. I'm Rion Windsommer, son of Aizen and Kathleen Windsommer. I had a little sister, Melan and she died years ago. I was born and bred in this Pack, my parents weren't rich but they gave me everything I needed. Zane is my best friend and I'm the kid who would pick fights if anyone talked shit about my sister or my friend. I became Zane's Beta and I found Ziarre, there's no way any of what they're saying is true.

they pointed at Uncle Zane. Uncle Zane’s way of giving the finger to their plans was to bite Dy’s cheek softly and giving it a sloppy lick, and then hiding behind his demon mate’s back. “Babe,” the demon gamma, Noah fondly said with a chuckle, apparently used to his mate’s antics as he watched his mate cling to his back and innocently murmur, “Save me, mate. They are trying to kill me.” If mom and dad had not tried to murder him before, then they surely tried now.

“ Zane are you alright? “ Hank grabbed a tissue box from the table, he wanted to wipe Zane's clothes, but the latter stopped him. “ Don't bother, i was going to shower anyways “ Zane glared at Tori who was busy drawing invisible patterns on her hand. Surely she was oblivious of what she has done and the gravity of the punishment attached to it. Zane was about going up when Dorian held him back. “ You can see very well that she's drunk Zane, please don't be hard on her when she sobers “ Zane let out a sigh, “ You shouldn't grab me that way “ he glared at Dorian, who quickly let go of him. “ I'm a mess and i reek of alcohol “ Ms Sonia came down that very minute. “ The room is ready master Xavi

******* The packing lot of HB was quiet as Zane sat on the hood of a spotless black Mustang, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his black jacket, a black mask covering half of his face, and a face cap over his hair. The sound of his soft whistle echoed throughout the lot, scaring Chairman Harker slightly as he entered the area with his bodyguard. When he reached his car and saw Zane sitting on it, he frowned, lashing out, “Hey, punk! Who are you?! Don't you know that this car costs more than your pathetic life? Get your dirty ass off my car right now.”

Kayson answered. Zidane had never met a real Warlord, so he did not know much about it. Even if Quentin had only been half a Warlord, though, Kayson was still impressive! “Grandpa Zidane, stay here with Vivian. I’ll leave you a few Shamanian Society charms.” Zidane sobered up. “Kayson, what do you plan to do?” Kayson smiled. “I’m going to the Osborns. Mr. Osborn Sr. and I have a pretty deep grudge. The old man wants to kill me this time.

A designer gown concealing the bruises that mapped her body like a constellation of abuse. Luna Ashford. Lunar Princess. Daughter of the late Alpha King Theron and Queen Selene. Sister to four powerful Alphas. Prisoner. Her wolf stirred weakly in the back of her mind, a shadow of what she once was. Three years ago, she'd been strong, vibrant, ready to take on the world. Now she was barely a whisper. Suppressed by the "vitamins" Damon insisted she take daily. Weakened by constant psychological torture. Broken by the realization that no one was coming to save them.

“I promise, Lydia, once we return to my pack, I’ll help uncover everything. Just give me time.” Lydia stared at him, unsure if she could trust him again. “Lydia? Are you there?” a voice called from outside. Knox nodded at her. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, picked up his bag, and opened the door. Thalia stood there. Knox smiled at her. Lydia swore she saw pain—longing—on his face before he quickly hid it and walked away. Thalia stepped in. “Hi,” she said, hugging Lydia. Her scent was heavily marked by Harold. Lydia’s gaze dropped to her neck—two pale crescent lines. A mate mark.

I reached the inner chamber just in time to see Ambrosius drop to one knee, blood on his mouth, a monster wearing his face bearing down on him. I didn’t think. I moved. “Hi~.” The clone turned. I smiled. Then drove my blade into its throat. What followed was not a battle. It was a statement. They had made this place to break him. And I broke their design. They expected chaos. I gave them choreography. I was made for war. It is the only thing I feel. Back in the accident in Loisage, maybe there were too many threats, too much fear pressing in from all sides. All I felt then was dread.