Novel & Cerita God's Sister Supernatural

The kind of blue a woman could drown in. Isabella’s breath caught, audibly. She leaned forward, a hand drifting to her throat. A fire, petty and self-destructive, ignited in my chest. Before I could think, my gloved hand lifted, the numbered paddle a stark white in the gloom. “Fifty thousand.” Heads turned. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Bidding against your own sister? How deliciously tense. Isabella’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise, then wounded confusion. She bit her lip, a picture of thwarted desire. Her admirer, a brutish captain from the Genovese crew, immediately raised the bid. “Seventy-five!”

It split the clouds, slammed into the gods, and bound them in chains of burning magic. The gods screamed. “No—NO! This cannot—” Too late. The sisters spoke as one: “We hereby seal you now.” Chains of hybrid power wrapped around the divine — unforgiving, unbreaking. Ava stepped forward, voice cold as frost: “When they ask who sealed you…” Aya’s eyes glowed like galaxies collapsing. “You will say: the hybrid sisters.” The gods roared — but their light collapsed. Their bodies shattered into stardust, locked in the prison the sisters created with their blood, their bond, and their fury.

I couldn’t believe everything. It was information overload. My sister is a new goddess, my dad is a dick, there’s more than one sect of gods, Angels and Werewolves are real, and shit is about to hit the fan. It was so much to take in, but the thing I wanted to know about the most was what my dad did to my sister. Everyone said not to ask, that it was between them.

lightly against her skin. But that little girl isn’t me. It’s Cora. Cora, my sister. The sister of my heart, my constant companion, but also… Yes, now I know it. Also the sister of my body. My true sister. The Goddess in the memory turns towards me and gives me a small smile. “Two daughters,” she says, soft. “One of wolf, one of human born. To unite the worlds. Two halves of a goddess to make one.” “Why?”

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

The stupid Alpha Christian took that from me unfortunately, but I had another ace under my sleeves. My sister, Solana, had been away since she was a child. I didn't want her close because I didn't trust her. She was born with supernatural abilities that I couldn't begin to make sense of, and now, I was time to put those abilities to use. She didn't even think or ask questions when I told her what I needed from her. She just accepted because she didn't want to see me fall.

Do I have to die? [Mitchell, am I never going home again?] Mitchell's hands trembled violently, his face drained of all color. His shoulders shook as he finally broke down, his cries echoing through the room. "Nora… What the hell did I do? What have I done to my sister?" - On his way to the hospital, Mitchell received a call from a friend.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.