In My Sister's Shadow Novels & Stories

* * * * * Alpha Alcott's POV The Shadowbound Outcast seems too relieved for someone about to die. Clearly he wasn't informed of his purpose here. I would be even more excited if it was our Queen's beautiful sister. While I adore our Queen, there is something about her witch sister that gave me wrong fantasies every night. Even when our Queen is laying by my side, I had wrong imaginations involving her sister. I hate myself for it, but the witch's eyes are just hard to forget in a short while. "You can go first. Just don't kill it," I say to Parish.

I whispered to the empty room. The fire cracked, as if answering. But I pushed the thought away. Jealousy was a weak man’s shadow, and I was no weakling. Still… the image of them clung to me, even here, far from North Creek. I stood, pulling my cloak tighter. My people would expect me at council by dawn. Life went on. But deep inside, I carried the truth: my sister had built a new world, one I could never fully step into. And though I had told her I wanted nothing more… a part of me wondered if that was a lie. The fire snapped again, throwing sparks up the chimney. I had drifted deep into my own thoughts, so far that the sound of boots in the hall pulled me back sharp.

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.”

That was what Maryan thought of her sister until that fateful night. Maryan overslept at the bus that she had missed her stop. When she got off, she was more than a kilometer away from her destination. She just decided to walk home. After all, it was not her first time. She had three jobs in the morning and afternoon and then night classes. Everyday she was drained but she had to endure. Someone had to pay for the roof above their heads. They wouldn’t be in such a situation if only her sister didn’t apply for Hearth. Hearth was exaggerating its school hours and it annoyed Maryan so much as to why her elder sister was willing to trade her good work just for an extravagant school. And so, it w

Sandra charged towards her that instance, Lexi closed her eyes. To Lexi, it felt like she closed her eyes for a long time, but when she opened them, Sandra was on the ground, and next to her was Margie who was also writhing in pain. The sisters looked at Lexi in shock, silence walked in their midst. Lexi turned to Gina who was also looking at her in amazement. "Is it over?" Lexi asked Gina. Gina slowly nodded. "You're one of the Shadow Sisters. You can name the man that is yours, and yours alone, and none of the sisters would dare go for him."

This countdown is what keeps me going every day. It’s going so well but as I sit there looking forward, I see several shadows fall in front of me. That feeling of hope for a good day disappeared in an instant. I counted three shadows which meant I knew exactly who was stood there. My sister Ella, her two best friends Gemma and Leah. Or as I liked to refer to them the Bitches of Eastwick. Not witches. Witches were cool. These three were straight up evil.

she tried again. Still nothing. My heart started beating faster. Something felt very wrong. Then suddenly— A shadow moved at the end of the hallway. Both of us froze. Someone stepped forward slowly. I couldn’t see their face clearly. But I could feel it. Danger. My sister stepped slightly in front of me again. “Who are you?” she asked. The figure didn’t answer. They just kept walking closer. My chest tightened. I grabbed my sister’s arm. “Let’s go back,” I whispered urgently.

The anger I felt immediately subsided when I saw the sadness in his eyes. Fuck! I messed this up big time, of course, Lincoln doesn't want to be an alpha. If there's one person who knows why Lincoln despises the idea of being an alpha, then it's me and I am such a prick for telling him to step up and be the alpha instead. "I'm sorry," I sincerely apologize to my brother. "It's okay, Michael," Lincoln replied and sparingly smiled at me. I just took a deep breath as I turned on the engine again and start driving, there is a deafening silence between us as we were on our way back to the pack house.

The voice didn’t echo—it reverberated inside me, brushing against bone, threading through memories. I turned slowly. The shadows moved—no, shaped. They weren’t empty. And then she stepped forward. My mirror. My sister. She looked just like me—but wrong, uncanny. Like a painting smudged just slightly out of alignment. Where mine were golden, hers were pitch black twin black holes digesting the shadowy light. Her skin is white, almost transparent and her lips curl into a half smile, not evil but that is not good either. “You came,” she said, voice soft and echoing. “You finally heard me.”

I was certain of it. They had come too far to turn around now. The situation surrounding her family was deteriorating by the day, and every hour wasted narrowed her options. There was no time to waste and she was treading on dangerous territory. Soon, this contract would be the only thing standing between them and complete ruin. She knew that. And I knew it better than anyone. I rose from my chair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The skyline glittered under the afternoon sun, sharp and untouchable.