Dark Sister Novels & Stories

I countered, her devilish smirk doing little to quell my growing suspicion. "All pretenses seem to have worn thin. I've grown bored with the act and was expecting your arrival to have this conversation. I was aware Leia had seen through my ruse with her psychic vision," Daisy revealed, standing up. Her appearance changed dramatically from the familiar Daisy into a strikingly beautiful yet deadly looking young woman. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady. We all rose to our feet, readying ourselves for a potential confrontation. "I am the Dark Queen, Lilith," she introduced herself, her attire dark and her fingernails painted a matching shade.

"Lady Danika, listen to the symphony's call. Embrace the melodies of compassion and unity. It's never too late to choose a different path." For a moment, Lady Danika wavered, her melodies faltering as a glimmer of doubt pierced her heart. But the darkness that had consumed her for so long proved too strong to overcome. With a defiant scream, she unleashed a devastating surge of dark magic, aiming to obliterate Aric and all he stood for.

"How amusing. Little did you know, Luna, that I would be awaiting your arrival." Luna's gaze hardened, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "You may have succumbed to the darkness, Darius, but we will not let it consume us. We stand together, united against your malevolence." Darius let out a cruel laugh that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Oh, how sweet. Young love, so naive and easily manipulated. But you see, my dear Luna, love is a weakness, a vulnerability that will be your downfall." A wave of darkness surged from Darius, engulfing the entire room. Amelia and Lycan clung to each other, fighting against the suffocating darkness threatening to consume their spirits.

'Just as you're fake'. 'What did you say?'. 'How dare you talk to my daughter like that?'. 'Daughter? You think you raised a daughter? No, you raised a dog'. 'How dare you say that about to me'. Sadie stood up and stalked to me. 'What?. Can't you bear to hear the truth?'. 'My. Daughter. Is. Not. A. Dog'. 'Hmm, maybe you're right. After all it's normal to fuck the men involved in the production of films to get a part'.

He won't. He won't see what I've become. What I have always been. Because my stepmother was right. The girl he loves—the sister he trusts—is gone. In her place stands a stranger wearing her skin. A vessel for a darkness that will never see light. A keeper of secrets. A monster. The last embers in the hearth give a final, desperate hiss. Die over half-burned logs. Darkness descends—complete. Absolute. I stand within it. A ghost.

“Who was she?” Darius swallows hard, his jaw trembling as he delivers the final, soul-crushing revelation. “She was your full-blooded biological sister, Lyra,” Darius whispers, every word striking my heart like a poisoned dagger. “She was the firstborn daughter of Alpha Orion Nightbane—and her blood seal has just activated a dormant execution order against the entire Blackthorne bloodline.”

*Flashback : 1000 years Earlier* A very dangerous and dark witch named Dahlia terrorized four human villages every full moon. And today was another full moon as she emerged from the shadows like death itself. In the distance, the villages stood, and she watched them while licking her cracked lips. It was time, this was her night!

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.