Sonic Nazo Unleashed Novels & Stories

I am smarter. I clicked on the 'receive' icon and a blonde man appeared on the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are not Beta Marcus." He said. I rested on the couch with my laptop on my desk. "Of course. That's because I am the Luna and I am the real dealer and not Marcus. Marcus was just a substitute then." I made him understand. "Oh, you are the Luna. I am sorry your highness." He apologized. "It's fine. I assume you didn't know."

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

“Zenith specifically ordered that girl not be harmed.” Keroline’s face twisted with hatred instantly. “That disgusting freak..” “Listen first.” Nikita’s lips slowly curved. “Zenith wants to hand her over to his Beta. As a whore.” Keroline snapped her head towards his mother hearing that. “A whore?” Nikita left the breath she was holding seeing the smile returning to her daughter's face. “We only need to wait a few more days until she turns eighteen.” Her voice darkened sinisterly. “After our purpose is done, I’ll remove her from our lives forever.” Nikita’s eyes dangerously gleamed and it matched the gaze of her daughter's.

The stranger accepted the crystal seal from one of his followers before turning toward the ancient wall at the far end of the chamber. Dozens of faded symbols had been carved into its surface. He carefully placed the glowing seal into a circular indentation in the stone. The symbols immediately began glowing. Scarlett's heartbeat thundered inside her chest. "No..." Gideon whispered. "He's trying to activate it." Lucas looked toward him. "Can he?" "Not completely." Gideon's answer came quickly. "He still doesn't have the final key." Scarlett instinctively touched the metallic strip beneath her jacket. The stranger smiled. Without turning around, he spoke calmly.

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. The children stirred at the sound of their uncles’ voices, hope flickering through their exhaustion. “Uncle Lucien!” Noah’s small voice cracked with relief. He lifted his head just enough to stretch one trembling arm toward his favorite uncle—the one who always carried him high on his shoulders during pack runs and told him the best stories.