Sophie Lark Reading Order Novels & Stories

He hurried to it and pulled it open just far enough to see who was on the other side. Lila’s whisper was hard and urgent as she said, “Let us in.” He immediately obeyed by opening the door just far enough to allow her to slip in. Benjamin’s larger frame forced him to pull it just a bit further open before slamming it shut immediately after he’d entered the room. “This is Ben,” she offered as she moved to the center of the room. Jasper and Benjamin greeted each other with stern expressions and a curt nod. Without hesitation, the warlock produced a slender bottle containing white granules that Jasper thought might be salt and created a circle around himself.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

She leaned into me slightly, her presence grounding me as much as I hoped mine grounded her. The tranquility stretched, a perfect bubble, until Isla glanced at me knowingly. “You’ll have to take over in a few minutes,” she teased, “Sophie’s got stories she wants to tell you.” I grinned, lifting Sophie carefully into my lap. She immediately babbled about dragons, castles, and imaginary adventures, and I found myself laughing, genuinely enjoying every fantastical detail. Isla watched quietly, her fingers brushing over the table as she listened, eyes bright with amusement and fondness.

“Please, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Don’t pay the price.” Tears instantly blur my vision, blurring the terrible words on the page. I can barely speak. Isla screams in my mind, a chaotic, loud roar. "Don’t listen to the projections! Focus! Finish the spell!" I choke back a raw sob and force the final, burning words out, my voice shaking with grief and effort. The last line of the spell burns my tongue, bitter as the taste of blood. "...by shadow’s grace and light’s disdain, Return what’s lost, undo the chain.”

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

On her third wedding anniversary, Sophia stands beside her husband—only to be erased. Before the entire pack, Alpha Marcus announces that he has found his true fated mate. The cheers are deafening. The betrayal is public. And Sophia, once Luna, is expected to step aside with grace while her replacement, Lila, plays the innocent victim. Marcus pleads for understanding. Lila smiles through false tears. And Sophia, humiliated but unbroken, does the unthinkable—she severs the bond and walks away. But betrayal doesn’t end with rejection. Moments later, Sophia collapses in excruciating pain, poisoned by the very wine Lila offered her. As death closes in, she uncovers the darkest truth of all:

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Author's POV. Sofia was in the sitting room, reading a book about supernaturals. Though she had learned about supernaturals during her tutelage in her father's pack, she had never seen these creatures before. They were strange and mysterious, but she was determined to uncover their identity and destroy them. She stared at the book and continued flipping the pages, searching for a glimpse or at least a picture that could give her an incline of them. The advice Royal had given her was still under contemplation. She wasn't sure about asking her mother because she wasn't trustworthy and had always been a blabbermouth.

Knowing afternoon'd bring mess. But morning went good. Better than thought. Proved me. Earned nods. Guarded pack. Whatever next? Set. Real set. Hit with witches. Hit with ritual. Hit with clash. I'm Sophia Evergreen. And done bolting. Done ducking. Done lowballed. Time show all what Alpha heir pulls. Time show Lila what hits when mess with pack. Kin. Tomorrow. Time to take it.

“ Minerva please come out with me. I want you to be here for your children. You know how powerful the direct descendants of Storm's bloodline are. And you know the blood thirst that comes with that power. Without you to teach them to control, how do you except the kingdom to be in the years coming? “ Lady Sophie said. “ Sophie..... She's dead. “ " Yeah, I get that. I do really. Nicklaus throws tantrums everyday and sends innocent maids in vaim search of her ghosts. Sebastian loses his senses on the day she died. The children needs your help. Archer might act like he's not bothered to protect them but he's not going to able to do it forever. He has to protect himself at some point.“ " I'm nor