Sonja Underworld Novels & Stories

"My father gave you to Vincent to keep you quiet! How did you get him to bring you here wearing the family diamonds?" "Vincent does not treat me like a prisoner," I said, tilting my chin up, letting my fingers touch the heavy platinum pendant at my collarbone. "He treats me like his wife." "Wife?" Julian sneered, a bitter, ugly laugh bursting from his throat. "You think that monster wants a wife? He uses women to clean his knives! What did you do, Sienna? Did you crawl into his bed on night one? Did you sell your soul to the executioner just to save your skin?"

" I know the boss.... he has been like a father figure to me... we fell apart... but that's another question... he is the only one who can help us and luckily he was in this country.... I knew he had a base here but I had no idea he was in town. I wouldn't have trusted his minions. But him.... I think we can go ahead.... besides, who else is going to offer us a free chopper ride? Your card is blocked. I don't have much money. Judging by the situation, your card must be blocked as well. We need to get to where the Watchers want us. No matter our powers, we cannot run our way to a different continent." Mira stepped forward this time. Seeing that symbol she had momentarily forgotten who she was

He drank the sweet liquid, and soon felt like he was walking on a cloud. It was definitely alcoholic, but the burning sensation of the alcohol had been perfectly mixed with the heady sweet taste. The elf was still watching him, only that her eyes were now wandering over his form unabashedly. Her friend came over, and whispered into her ear. Whatever she must have been told made her smile. She leaned forward, closer to him. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her tube-like top. "My name's Sonja, and this," she wrapped an arm over her friend's shoulder, "is Kin. We come from south of here."

And in the middle of the battle, not more or less. Wengarthria is Soovaree’s underworld subrealm, which has existed from the beginning of time, meaning that Wengarthrians had many battles under their belts. Right now, they are in the phase of imploding right in front of our eyes. This is a fantastic chance, and we must seize it for our own goals. But of course, the stupid mutt king is as stubborn as a mule, and he misses seeing the golden opportunity in this.

Unbeknownst to them, Connor had a top tier marksmanship be it with a gun or knives. Sonja Allegro was one of them as well, a Beta Sentinel to be exact. Born in the Kingdom of Larran but was raised here. Like Sinna, she was a combat expert but her expertise lies on knives. And lastly, Urana Shandis was a human from Nyx and their master of disguise. The two nodded their heads in agreement. He looked at everyone again. “Now, this is the plan.” The room then went quiet as they took notes of what they must do but as he was giving them the post they would take, an unexpected objection was heard from Rune.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

she demanded. “You tell us,” Orion said ominously. Rhea huffed. Treasure mattered more than arguing. “Just tell me where I am. I don’t have time to quarrel.” “Underwater,” Stone said bluntly. “This place is called Underland.” Rhea’s eyes widened—not from shock, but satisfaction. Underwater? Another world? Amber had really told the truth. Excitement rose in her chest. Now she was certain she’d get her hands on her own share of treasure.

she said as she displayed the notes for her to see. Sonia opened the wallet again, and an empty wallet was what greeted her. “Gosh! This body wasn't only bullied, but also poor.” she thought as she brought out the badly damaged phone and logged into her banking app. She was among the best assassins in the cult and was paid for each successful mission so she had more than enough money. After leaving the spa, she walked aimlessly along the road as she reminisced on her past and the future she has to face. She had to help the previous occupant with her revenge, and she also had her own matters to tend to.

Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights. We take the employee’s staircase, which is secluded and much narrower than the main entrance and find ourselves nearly twenty feet below ground. The ceiling is rather high, carved to look like some kind of tomb. There are arches cut within the stone, crafted into every doorway. Clusters of skulls and bits of bone protrude from the wall in random places. The newcomers stop and ogle at them, often running their hands over the skulls and snickering to their friends, curious if they’re real.

The convoy moved like shadows across the city. Three black SUVs. Silent engines. No headlights. Just purpose. Sonia sat in the front vehicle, flanked by Alex and Jason. Behind them, Eric and Silas prepped the charges in silence. They were less than twenty minutes from the underground Daxton facility the final stronghold of everything corrupt, cruel, and hidden. Jason tapped the map spread across his lap. “There’s a maintenance tunnel. No heat sensors. Leads straight to Sublevel 4.”