Sonnyboy Novels & Stories

- John Carl with a long sigh, Kaye touch his shoulder "support Jimboy we have a battle we need to finish"- Kaye urgently, John Carl goes to Jimboy and support him to stand "Sorry Jimboy"- John Carl "it is okay, let's finish that thing off!"- Jimboy but the battle against the Red Large Serpent was too hard, and none of their attacks was hitting with a serious expression, Sunny told to Bobby that he will use his skill now "Bobby, I think we should use my skill now"- Sunny

Ralphie used his thorns and turned them into a sword before stabbing Sonny. Before anyone could go near him, my wife stood up, and the moon’s mark on her temple turned into a crown before giving a final blow to Sonny’s unconscious body. Sonny howled, making the rogues and nomads run away for their lives as their leader had been captured. But it also alarmed the wolves in the kingdom, and Sonny’s howl turned to a faded scream. “Finally, we could breathe,” I muttered and howled, making my pack rejoice, but my Luna smiled at me with so much love until she fell.

“So, who's the guy?” Sofia, darting her gaze towards Josh looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, before she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheeks, sending a jolt through Josh, while Lucas's face contorted with rage. Still keeping her eyes on Josh, she stepped back from him, a smile on her face as she said, “This is Josh.” She introduced him, taking her eyes off him and returning her gaze to Lucas, she hesitated for a moment, savoring the dramatic pause, “.... And he is my boyfriend.”

My dad chides and pokes them in their tummies and takes the boys into the kitchen. “Hey Dad?” I asked helping Theo into his seat. “Yes pumpkin?” My dad responded as he wrestled Leo into his highchair. “Soni really needs to get out and run around. Do you think there could be a safe time to do that?” I asked nervously. Soni’s ears perked up. Soni wasn’t a normal wolf, she was very small and sparkly, white gold like a star with glitter that shedded off her when she ran. Thankfully it didn’t leave a trail and disappeared instantly. More just like sparkles that surrounded her constantly. Her eyes were like pink diamonds and she was faster than a normal wolf and could jump longer distances almost

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

The world held its breath. We reached the southern border at dusk. It was exactly as I remembered. Rolling hills. Open fields. The Silverpine Mountains in the distance. But this time, an army was waiting. --- Thousands of wolves stretched across the field. Their eyes glowed in the fading light. Their teeth were bared. Their claws were out. At the front stood one figure. A boy. No more than sixteen. His hair was dark like mine. His eyes were amber like mine. My son. I stepped forward.

"What are you talking about, Naomi? I don't understand. Let me go." As usual, he tried to use those system-altered eyes of his that could hypnotize Naomi to look at her. But Naomi's eyes were filled with madness. Tightening her grip, she said coldly, "If you don't want to die, give Kenneth back to me." Standing off to the side as an innocent bystander, I froze in shock. Bryson signaled for Naomi to let him go so he could speak. Naomi slammed him onto the floor and looked down at him with absolute disdain.

The phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a crack. Slowly, he turned to look at the small body on the ground. It was the same blue hoodie. Around the boy's neck, the chain glinted under the lights. "Liam… Liam!" He lunged forward and tore away the white cloth. The boy's face was a bloody mess, and his features were unrecognizable. But Owen recognized that chain. "No!" Owen clutched his son's body and wailed. After he'd cried himself out, he suddenly lifted his head and locked his bloodshot eyes on me. "This is your fault! You killed him!"

I heard them the moment I stepped into the house. They were loud. I stood in the doorway, closed my eyes, listened, and tried to guess the girl. It had become a little game of mine. A girl has to entertain herself somehow. The moan that floated down the stairs was high pitched and dramatic, with that particular performance quality. It was too easy. "Yep. That's definitely Daisy." My boyfriend was upstairs. With Daisy. Again.