In My Sister's Shadow Novels & Stories

I complained. "I know. I do too. Now let's go before he does anything more." We marched our way up to the spot we knew they were in. Just as we were about to pull our shadows over us, three shadow weavers emerged in front of us. They were Damon's friends. These fu.cking shi.t eaters. I wonder which one was the one that watched my sister get fu.cked while they recorded it. I'll murder them right here and now! My skin was starting to burn with my phoenix fire bubbling in me. My frustrations were getting the best of me. She's just out of reach, and she needs our help.

“Don’t worry. Just the hangover is worse, but it won’t hurt him. A little like bee stung, maybe.” We marched towards the woods, but all I could hear was Everlee’s fast heartbeat. “Everlee, relax. Your heartbeat is obstructing my hearing,” Shadow said. “It would be hard to find him if you’re distressed.” “I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him.” “We all are.” Shadow took a deep breath. “Let me do my mojo.” It made me chuckle. “Go ahead, infant witch. Do your thing.” “Shut up, macho man.” She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. “Wow. I don’t hear anything other than insects and wind. I think your brother is a pathfinder.”

It didn’t take long to reach the other end. “Lance?” I opened my eyes to the darkness of the void. The darkness was everywhere, spread in every direction, but that didn’t bother me. The darkness wasn’t claustrophobic as was known to be predominant in Shadowland, the incomplete direction that had never had a chance to form because the makers had died halfway through making it. The most important fact was that the inhabitants in this space were illuminated from within so we could see each other. “Miaka.” I smiled at my little sister, the one who’d brought us all together. The sister with whom I am bound by blood.

On the other side, I can almost feel her warmth. Lyra. — You think you are saved, I say softly. You think he will always be yours. But you forget, my sweet sister… that he also loved your shadow. And I am that shadow. The one that never dies. The one that waits. I will nourish this shadow with silence, with patience, with vengeance. I will make it grow. I will make it so beautiful that one day, it will seem more real to him than you. Night falls over the center.

Their shirts hugged their chest to accentuate their tone muscles and my ovaries were exploding over here. I lit up seeing both my god of a mate and my brother approaching me. 'Christopher! Finally you decided to come get your little sister. How nice of you to take your sweet time.' 'So fucking good to hear your annoying voice, but let's not get too excited. I've seen these two fight and right now they are both seeping so much power I'm not sure we can take them.' 'Psh! They are nothing to a Shadow, big brother.' 'You sure? Because I do have a plan, but it might get us killed.'

I thought of all the things she'd never get to do— the dreams she'd whispered to me late at night, the adventures she'd always wanted to have. I thought of how her laugh used to light up a room, and how her smile could soften even the hardest hearts. The sun was rising now, its golden light spilling across the ruins of Shadowfang Fortress. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled their grief for the fallen. But I heard none of it. I just held my sister and let my tears fall, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. The world of werewolves and magic that had once seemed so thrilling had shown its true face— and it was covered in my sister's blood.

Grabbed her pillow tight, her mind constantly drifting to where it wasn't supposed to. Something that was meant to be off-limits Thirty minutes. Forty-five. And then one hour later, after she began drifting off to sleep, a shadow stepped into the room, tiptoeing silently, as if trying not to wake the girls. When the shadow came into the light, his face was revealed. It was him. The man who'd just finished lashing his own sister's best friend. His shorts contained his cock. The cock that pressed beneath the shorts like it would tear open if he didn't put it inside her pussy anytime soon.

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

I couldn't fall. The figure glanced back. Even through the mask, I could see their eyes widen. They hadn't expected me to follow. They'd expected me to stand by the lake, screaming and crying, the way normal people would. But I wasn't normal. I was Alice's sister. And I was done being scared. "You can't outrun me!" I yelled. "I've been running my whole life!" The figure veered left, toward the old maintenance shed near the edge of campus. I'd seen it before, a crumbling building covered in vines, its windows boarded up, its door rusted shut.

And finally getting to see him soon, she sure was quite nervous about their meet. How would he react to her existence? Would he be disappointed or happy? Even she doesn't know yet but she did hoped for the best. "I am looking forward to meet you, brother." Sylendra spelled lastly eyeing the picture frame of the young Master Ethan with his late mother before finally arranging the frame on the desk in front of the chair. Quitting all the weirdest thoughts and possible assumptions related the Master Ethan finally.Her sharp eyes soon next roamed around her surroundings to judge her work.