Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

She moved in without telling anyone the address. Elara discovered the truth through a story post. Sophia had filmed herself on the yacht again, straddling the silver-haired man, his hands gripping her ass as they kissed deeply. The angle almost showed them fucking. Elara felt violently ill. She wasn’t sure if it was the morning sickness from her new pregnancy or the gut-wrenching realization that her once-decent little sister was mirroring her own path. “Why an old man?” Elara whispered to herself, hand on her barely-there bump. The nausea rose again. She ran to the bathroom and threw up, tears mixing with bile.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

"You are reborn in the light of the moon. The girl who ran away is dead. The woman who stands before me is a survivor, a healer, and a sister of this pack. You are forgiven." Sienna let out a long, shuddering exhale, and as she did, the final, invisible weight that had been crushing her chest for twenty years simply dissolved into the glowing water. The suffocating tension in her spine unwound. The frantic, terrified bird in her ribcage finally settled into a slow, peaceful rhythm. She wasn't a ghost anymore. She was entirely, beautifully alive.

Even with a Ruby Wolf to support him, Kieran struggled. I stepped forward, letting my shielding spell fall away. "Perhaps I can help with that." They both whirled to face me. Kieran lunged forward, a growl rumbling from his chest, but Sienna grabbed his arm. "Who are you?" she asked. I lowered my hood, showing my face – and the black moon mark that curved across my left cheek. "I am Isolde Morwyn. The Black Moon Witch." Recognition flashed in Sienna's eyes. "You work for the Midnight Syndicate."

She had spent half the call deciding whether to say it, and how much of it to say. "I had a strange night last week," she said. "Friday. I was out at a club in the Pearl District, a place called Onyx. Damon's friends were there." She paused. "Something happened to me for about forty seconds, and I haven't been able to explain it since." "What kind of something?"

Isolde whispered in a trembling voice, unable to believe herself as her round face suddenly flushed a deep crimson with overwhelming embarrassment. The voluptuous young woman buried her face between her plump knees and let out a long, suffocating sigh. Within the silence of her room, a fierce inner battle suddenly erupted inside her mind. "Why... why did I become so wild and so shameless just because I got carried away by the moment?" Isolde grumbled, her voice filled with restrained frustration as she tightly grasped her long, disheveled hair that cascaded over her shoulders. "Even though I know they're all dangerous monsters. But earlier... when their hands touched me, my body betrayed me