Underworld Sonja Novels & Stories

Many members are looking at Gordon with disgust, and few females even look pleased that he might die. "Queen? More like rogue trash that claims ties to the Goddess. She is nothing but a whore who is reluctant to open her legs. She didn't even stay. Pack life is too much for the little mutt," Gordon yells, looking around at the shocked Riverstone members. Jason is on him before even a growl can ring out. His hands are in his Lycan form, and his legs are stretched a bit, making him 7ft tall, easily. Gordon is on the ground trying to defend himself, but it is pointless.

Slade joined me, teasing her the more. "No, you fools. I mean, maybe I was a Luna in my past life, and you an Alpha," she explained, and I noticed a shift in Slade's mood. He wasn't very pleased with the example she gave. "Or if I was an Alpha, and you a Luna," Slade said, playfully tugging a string of her hair. "That's not funny. Stop it." Sonya warded him away with the slight wave of her hand and a gentle push.

Shawn growled. Because of him, she's fatherless, because of him, her mother lost everything, because of him, she has serious anger issues. "I hate you. " She growled and gave the bag on last punch, this time with a growl. She rested her head on the bag, trying to catch her breath. "That's good Ari, clean up. We and the crew are going for ops ." He left her alone. *******************

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.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I pounded on the iron door of the dungeon until my fists were raw and red, not giving a single fuck that it hurt like hell. "Please! Let us out of here! He is going to die! My son is bleeding out! Open this fucking door!" But no one answered me.

I was just 5 years old. Looking at the two people I thought I knew like the back of my hands, I realize that my Mother wasn't wrong. She'd never been wrong. I had only ever said good things about Shaun to Jessica and with everything I'm seeing now, she wanted to have a taste of what I had fed her. “Sonia honey, It's not what it looks like,” Jessica says to me and suddenly my hand itches to grab the gun in my purse. I haven’t used it before but how hard can it be?

I said with a determined facial expression. “No, you can't make it alive. It will be a waste of time and lives as well. The only solution is for you to wait and hear from them instead. For them to have kidnapped your son and daughter, it means they need something in exchange for them. But there is also someone who can make it to the Abyss of hell unharmed". “Who?". “Jade". “Jade? I thought you said no werewolf can make it to the Abyss of hell alive and it's true because no werewolf has ever gone there and come back alive".

"Man, Ms. Falcone really treasures Mr. Bianchi. She wasn't even going to retaliate, but the second she saw the scratch on his wrist, she lost it and wiped every last one of them off the map herself." "Hey, did you hear?" another chimed in. "For Mr. Bianchi's sake, Ms. Falcone's planning to wash her hands of the underworld." … When I woke again after being dragged back from the brink, the System told me I had six hours left. All at once, what Daniela's men had said in the ambulance came back to me. Daniela was walking away from the underworld—all because Luca had scraped his wrist. I looked down at the gauze wrapped around my wrists, then at the countless scars covering my body, and let out a

“You are the new Goddess of the Underworld. And your name is Micteca. Mictlan proclaiming you as his beloved and you putting on that outfit, you were officially part of the Underworld as his new wife.” “This can’t be. I am only wearing this to be there for him. Not to be the new Goddess. I have to return to the Earth to protect my daughter.” “It is what it is, my Lady. You are our Queen, and you will be needed here to be at his side. Especially now, that he needs you the most against those two monsters that are there with him. You better hurry, they are about to kill him.”

Hadzen yelled. The jungle appeared to come alive, and the group dispersed. Sonia grunted as she cut with a blade at the roots. Ericka’s motions were frantic as she attempted to free herself from a vine that had ensnared her ankle. Winter staggered back, her eyes darting frantically as her heart thumped in her chest. Dark energy throbbed through the woodland, as if it were living—and furious. Her voice cracked as she called, “Hadzen!” “I’m present!”