Sonja Underworld Novels & Stories

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.

On numerous occasions, they proved that I had made the right decision in trusting them. "Sonja not coming?" Sophie asked and watched the entrance keenly. She had the biggest girl crush on the woman, although Sonja was happily mated to a farmer. Sonja and her mate had been turned about three hundred years ago. Hunted until their feet couldn't run anymore. By the grace of the Muses alone, they were granted matching necklaces upon their rebirth day. Once the war started, Sonja had sought me out. Learnt where I was and had offered her services. On one condition. Her husband was to become a farmed in South Africa. Full citizenship. China was on the wrong side of this war and Sonja had wanted out.

"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.]

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.

He was solid and unmoving, and his strength was amazing. "When it comes to my streets, everything is my business." Her gaze expanded. "Your streets...?" Then she realized. The rumors. The whispers of the man who dominated the criminal underworld of the city. Vincenzo Falcone. Her blood turned to ice. "You are—" "Vincenzo Falcone," he said, finishing, his gaze still on hers. “Answer me now. Whom are you running from?” Sienna glanced down the alley, where her father's thugs were still after her. They were getting closer, and she could hear them shouting in the distance. Her words were, "It doesn't matter."

She was only trying to understand why she would not be allowed to fight since she issued the challenge. "Whatever," she grumbled rubbing where her stitches had almost officially come out. The injury was feeling a bit raw. A few moments later Kenzie saw a human female approaching them. She had to be at least 5'8 with her jet black hair pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes were almond shaped and were as dark as chocolate. Her skin was a beautiful pecan color, and she had a welcoming smile on her face. Introductions went around and Kenzie learned that the woman's name was Sonja and that she lived here with Viper's brother, Cobra. When Sonja tried to take her brother and grandfather, Kenzie wasn't t

“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.”

“It’ll be on me.” We run in silence after that. The vision wasn’t exact, but I feel where she is—deep in the forest, where the trees grow too thick and the air feels like smoke. I follow the blood trail with my nose, my heart racing. I catch the scent first—burnt skin, copper, sweat, and death. Theo tenses. “They’re still close.” We reach the clearing just in time. Sonia is on the ground, limp, her arm bent wrong and blood staining the leaves beneath her. One rogue is still there, pawing at her neck with savage hunger, the others dead or scattered.