Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

But I crossed the room anyway, my legs numb, my hands steady despite the shaking in my chest. Alice's body. Face-flat in the lake. Her hair fanned out around her like dark wings. The water murky, almost black. Her arms floating at odd angles, disconnected from the girl who had once used those arms to hug me, to hold me, to pull me out of my own darkness. I covered my mouth with both hands, but the sound escaped anyway,a small, wounded noise that didn't belong to Nova James or Alexa Lean. It belonged to the orphan girl who had just lost her sister all over again.

Magic older than nations thrummed beneath his fingertips—bitter, rotting, and afraid. “This is her deepest secret,” Silas whispered in his mind. Even I wasn’t allowed down here. The door creaked open, releasing a stale rush of air thick with decay and faint traces of old blood. A single torch flickered within, its light catching on chains that spanned the far wall. And there she was. A woman.

But I quickly remembered that it was the witches' instrument. Sienna would own me if I let myself drown in it. She'd use my anger as a tool to control my body, just as she did to Kyril and her father, and just as Vera did to me. The moment I remembered this, I closed my eyes. Then I noted as the witches' laughter faltered. "Oh?" Sienna's voice lowered. "You're running inward now? How pathetic." I let her speak, focusing instead on my breathing. I imagine sealing every crack inside me where her subtle magic could slip right through. I tried to build iron walls around my mind.

“The Queen of the Stillness.” Suddenly, a heavy boot slammed into the mud inches from my hand. I flinched, pulling the mirror to my chest. “Still scavenging, are we?” It was Sienna. She wasn't alone. Two of her handmaidens—girls I had grown up with, girls who had braided my hair for the ceremony—stood behind her. They weren't wearing the simple linens of the Outskirts anymore. They were draped in the fine silks of the Inner Circle, their scents already transitioning to the metallic, copper smell of the Iron-Claw pack.

“Until we win. Until none of this touches you again.” That night, alone in her room, Isabella sat in front of the mirror. Not the distorted ones from the chamber. This one was plain. Still. She looked into her own eyes and whispered, “I’m here. I’m real. I won’t be erased.” Outside, the world still turned in secrets. But inside, something unshakable had taken root.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

I had a feeling that they had a history, and while he was moving on, she hadn't moved on, yet. "You don't know that," the woman mumbled under her breath, looking very displeased, and the second woman with dark green hair, the one who was always frowning, scoffed. Zien had introduced her as Raven Ermine, and told that she was Elyn's half sister. Sienna had gasped when he said that as she stared at Raven. Sienna still did not know how Elyn was anything but a wolf, or who Vincys Ermine was. She kept saying she only remembered the Alpha lying next to her when she woke up.

It’s too much for me. “SILENCE!” I hear my bellow, and everything goes quiet and still. Even Seneca settles once the noise has died. My chest heaves and my heart races; this was not how I expected to come home. The voice inside me says we are different. This is not how they expected you to come home. I forget my hair is jet black and you will find no wolf present in me. Innana the spirit animal no longer exsists. I am Inanna.

Her reflection stared back. Except it wasn’t just her. The reflection blinked—and smiled. But Alika hadn’t moved. Each shard around her showed a different version of herself—some smiling, some weeping, one laughing silently with blood dripping down her chin. Her heart pounded. “She didn’t just come through the mirror,” Ethan said quietly. Alika looked at him. His face was pale. Eyes full of dread. “She’s inside now,” he whispered. “Inside you.”