Ink Blood Sister Scribe Sequel Novels & Stories

Hands suddenly grab me hard and fast. "Dad?" "It's me." My sister is standing in my doorway in a tattered dress with blood slick down the front. Staring at her, I can't believe Booker would hurt anyone like this. I don't think Booker is even capable of this kind of violence. There is a reason Booker isn't an alpha even though he is of good blood. "How could he?" I say with my mouth open wide. "I'm in pain." She walks two steps toward my bed and suddenly falls between the sheets. She passes out fast and hard. I still haven't gotten any answers, but I do have my sister.

His voice fills my mind as he opens our mindlink. ‘I love you both.’ THE END This concludes book 1 of The Stone Sister Series! I know there are still many questions: What about Bram? What about The Underground? What about Sage? Be on the lookout for Book 2: Emmy’s Story, which will be titled Rejecting Fate! If you enjoyed this story and my writing, please follow my I G for updates and more! Thank you all so much! <3 JNS

She could feel blood flowing from her lower body. Blood. It was blood! "Krystal, you crazy woman! She's Yale's sister!"

But anyway, let’s get back to the bullshit, now of course here come Lynn as always being fucking extra. In her eyes, her sister was thinking she was better than her. So of course, her competitive nature kicked in, Lynn ran, caught her blade, ran up the wall, flipped on the table, threw the blade in the air, ran towards her sister, and that’s when she got active. Lynn dropped on the table, kicked her leg out in a sweeping motion, trying to clip her sister’s leg. The Blade Lynn threw in the air came back down just as her sister dodged Lynn’s sweeping kick. While she was distracted, Lynn caught the blade, swung the blade trying to cut the amulet off her sister’s neck but sliced her sister acros

I followed the sound, my feet pounding against the pavement, adrenaline making my steps swift and sure. Bursting through a dilapidated door, my eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing a scene that filled me with a mix of horror and rage. Lydia was on the floor, her face bruised and busted, her dress torn. Derek stood over her, a sickening smile plastered on his face as he relished the helplessness of my sister. Fury ignited inside me, aura stirred, pushing to the surface with a force I had never felt before.

He wasn’t related to Amber or Andromeda by blood, but their bond as siblings had been forged through shared tragedy. The further I read, the darker the story became. Amber and Andromeda weren’t the only sisters, they had once shared a third sibling. Their sister, Astraea, had been the heart of the family, a healer and guide. The glowing text told her story with a feeling of sorrow that seemed to seep from the pages themselves, culminating in her untimely death at Andromeda’s hands. The betrayal was written with a finality that left no room for doubt - Astraea’s death had been the catalyst for the darkness that followed. As I turned the page, a folded piece of paper slipped out and fluttered

Without thinking, I ran toward her. She opened her arms, and I crashed into them. "Easy there." Her soft laugh made fresh tears sting my eyes. "You came." "Of course I did." She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Family shows up." Something warm settled inside my chest. Blood or not, Maya was my sister. Some bonds were born from blood. Ours had been forged by love. Nothing would ever change that. The funeral preparations lasted most of the afternoon. Silver Creek's sacred burial grounds rested beyond the forest near the Moonstone Cliffs.

The ones I'd given water to. Damn it. I knew her plot armor was insane. But weren't those two dead? I buried them myself. How the hell could they fake that? Then something shifted— Felt like something cold and invisible latched onto me. My whole body tensed. And those two things—whatever they were—jumped. Even midair, they kept screeching, "Selene! You heartless monster! If you won't let your sister in, you'll die a miserable death!"

The subterranean library, once a sanctuary of ancient parchment and silent history, was now a tomb of vibrating shadows. Selene—or the hollowed-out vessel that had once been my sister—stood in the wreckage of the elevator doors. The black liquid leaking from her eyes wasn't blood; it was the physical manifestation of the Shadow Heir’s data, an ink that rewrote the reality of anyone it touched.