Sophie Lark Reading Order Novels & Stories

the lights went off in the lab, it was the time when they had to switch to the backup power. Olivia opened the pod first, she turned to pick the tranquilizer on the chair. his eyes flicked open , they were white, like that of the woman chanting spells, Olivia did'nt see his eyes, cuz the lights were out, and only the red emergency light was on, when she was about to touch him, his eyes glowed red, his wolf eyes, then it went back to it's beautiful shade of Chestnut-brown.

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

She often goes and visits my cousin and she looks so sad when she returns. I am in my office waiting for my chosen future Luna to arrive. Sophie is Alpha Jerricks younger sister, she has yet to meet her mate and has agreed to be my Luna. We have gone on a few dates and I have kissed and held her hand but that is it. Today she is supposed to move into the packhouse. It was part of our continued alliance pact with Howlers Pack that I take Sophie as my Luna. She is sweet and beautiful. She has long blonde hair down to her lower back and beautiful blue eyes. As beautiful as she is she pales in comparison to my true mate. The thought makes me angry and sweep the months of paperwork around my desk

Sophie waved her off and she disappeared back out the door. “Don’t worry,” Sophie smiled, “I’m sure there must’ve been a mistake last night, and we’re going to get to the bottom of it all today.” She headed towards the door, “I heard a rumor that someone would like to borrow some books to read.” Still unsure, I hopped down from the table and followed her.

Imagination can provide knowledge, far from reality can provide "What are you finding this time?" Sophia asked her first customer of the day. "Mortal Fantasy Books." "Hmm, as usual, huh?" Sophia grabbed a book at the upper section of the shelf. She handed it to him. "Read this series, written by Lyn Francia." Alkhun looks at the thick book, written in bold italic letters. 'The Tower’s Myth.' "Lyn Francia?" He uttered out of familiarity. "You mean..." "Yes, Lyn Francia is one of the descendants of the Francia Family one of the 5 Elites family." Alkhun flips the cover of the dark red book and saw on the first page.

She is not a Salve and she will never become a Slave even if it endangers her life. *Note* This story is completely separate from the next one in the series and can be read independently

Sophia My parents’ house had always been a refuge, a place where the world seemed to fall silent. A safe place, like a fortress. But that night, everything was uncomfortable. It felt like the wolf’s mouth. As dinner unfolded with tense conversations and forced smiles, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. It wasn’t just what I had overheard between Bright and my father, nor the words that had torn at me when they accused Dante. It was a deeper premonition, something pressing against my chest, warning me that the calm was nothing more than a mirage before the storm.

I whispered back in my mind. The ground felt wrong under my paws softer, colder, almost like it was pulsing faintly. A breeze carried faint whispers, words I couldn’t make out. I turned my head back and froze. Sophie was standing still now, her hands lifted slightly, her lips moving. She was chanting. Soft, low, but I could hear the rhythm of it, like an old song or spell. Limene’s fur bristled inside me. “Nora… she’s chanting. That’s not good.”

The mockery in her tone has my blood boiling. A million and one curse words spiral in my brain, but in the end, I drop the briefcase a bit too harshly on the Roche Bobois sofa and stomp towards the door. I will not stand here and tolerate another second of this bullshit. My hand is almost on the brass handle when Zakari’s voice cuts through the tense atmosphere; “Loriah.” I freeze. “Since you’re already here, it’ll be a waste if I don’t put you to work. The vanity looks a bit dusty. Attend to it.”

Lia replies, “Imagine having so much money you can afford to waste plants.” Even Elara laughs politely, and for a moment I can pretend we’re just girls. Then the wind shifts. My wolf’s head snaps up inside me so hard I nearly stumble. The scent hits the back of my throat, sour, unwashed, metallic with old blood. Rogue. Lia’s posture changes instantly, subtle, but I feel it: the way her body becomes ready. I stop walking. “Lia.” “I smell it,” she says, low. Tessa blinks. “Smell what?”