Sonja Underworld Novels & Stories

Two more lingered a few paces behind it, dipping their heads to drink, completely unaware of us for the moment. My pulse thundered in my ears. I held up a hand, signaling the others to stay low. Jeremiah’s nostrils flared again, confirming what we already knew this was our shot. “Now,” I breathed. Sonia didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, she dropped to all fours, her body rippling as the shift took over. Her wolf emerged, smaller than Jeremiah’s would be, but fierce, with a slight limp that didn’t seem to slow her down as much as she’d claimed. She melted into the underbrush, circling wide to cut off any retreat toward the thick vines Mr. Gregory had warned us about.

“I missed you, you know.” “Lair,” I grumble, laughing and dropping my gaze down. “I did!” she says, hugging me tighter. “And I was worried about you. Have you been okay?” “She’s more than okay,” Anton says, walking back over with his stupid ghost hands in his stupid ghost pockets. I sniff, letting my sister go a bit, wiping at my face as I turn to him slightly. He reaches for me and I turn him corporeal again, letting him tuck me in close to his side. “Juniper kind of developed an immense set of powers and claimed the Underworld throne as her own.”

“Your mother—Valeria Moreno—didn’t use ordinary illusion. She awakened the pride of the ‘Prime Moreno’ within him. He now believes he is the ruler of the universe. And we? To him, we are nothing but weak, insignificant humans.” We descended the mountain as dawn broke—but for us, it was endless darkness. In the forest, we found Rahing Singh’s old camp. It was destroyed, but a signal was still blinking. Lucas quickly sat at an old computer and decoded it. “It’s coming from deep within Atlantis. Sophia, your mother has taken him there. That’s the original underwater empire of the Moreno bloodline.” I sharpened my silver sword. “Then that’s where we go. I won’t leave my son in the hands of a mon

There was a commotion on the phones. “Queen Luna,” Chris said over Garrin’s phone. “The rogue said we’re at the entrance to the Underworld.” “The Underworld?” everyone whispered, eyes wide. Chris continued. “Once you enter the tunnels, there’s a compulsion to keep going to the deepest part—the abyss—and then you can never leave. He said Tartarus has the Valkyries now, and only the power of a god can release them.” “No one else go into the tunnels,” Thea said immediately.

He continued with brazen killing intent, “A few days later, Andrius Moonshade will be dead. With him out of the picture, taking care of New Moon Corporation will be a piece of cake. You can do whatever you want with them.” Solomon gritted his teeth and nodded. “Thank you. I shall wait for your good news, Master Hanshu.” The Grand Drunken Immortal Hotel was one of the most famous hotels in Sumeria, and Sonia held her birthday party at their banquet hall. Sonia was waiting at the main entrance, looking around nervously. She wore a snowy white dress for the evening with light makeup. Her crystal clear eyes and fair skin made her look like Snow White. She had meticulously dressed up for the even

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

"Ms. Falcone, we've got a problem! Several of our rivals have put bounties on Mr. Bianchi's head. What do we do? "You need to take Mr. Bianchi and hide abroad right now! Someone leaked that he's at the villa, and they're already heading your way!" Daniela cut her eyes over to me. "I know exactly who leaked it." She pulled out her phone and started a livestream. For the first time in her life, the notorious underworld queen put her face on camera—but only for a split second before she flipped the lens to point it directly at me. "I'm Daniela Falcone," she announced coldly to the screen. "As of today, I am washing my hands of the underworld. I'm completely stepping down.

He had just handed over the reins of the entire New York underworld to me and my daughter. Rafael looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Don't be surprised." "From this day forward, my life is in service to them." "Any objections?" The mafia elders exchanged glances, then rose in unison, bowing deeply to me and the child. On the giant television on the wall, a breaking news report was playing: [Former Jenkins family Don, Vincent Jenkins, fell from the top of the Empire State Building this morning. Police have preliminarily ruled it a suicide.]

“It’s not over. There will be more.” Before Sienna could reply, the front door burst open, three armed men charged in. Enzo pulled Sienna with him toward a hidden panel in the wall. “Come on!” “Where are we going?” Sienna followed him, her voice panicked. “To safety. Go, now!” Enzo pushed the panel open to reveal a narrow staircase. They descended into a dimly lit underground passage, the sounds of gunfire and shouting fading behind them. Enzo closed the panel and turned to Sienna, his face hard.

“No, I won’t. Tell me what’s going on! Tell me now!” He glanced at the strange man in our living room, as if looking to him for help in answering my demand. William Savoy took slow steps towards me, a piece of paper in his hand. “I’m afraid your father is dead, Athena Phillips. And it has been arranged for to marry Mr. Levi Strauss-Jackson.”