Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

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.

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:

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?"

I demanded, stepping forward. The figure stepped back. Maintaining distance. Calculating. "Someone who knows exactly who you are, Alexa Lean. Not Nova James. Not some transfer student with a mysterious past." They laughed, the sound warped and unnatural through the voice changer. "You're a girl with a dead sister and a death wish. And I'm here to grant it." "Then do it." The words came out before I could stop them. The figure froze. Even through the mask, I could feel their surprise.

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.

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

Maya informed Amora with a flourish of her hand, gesturing towards a collection of dresses that would rival the finest haute couture creations. Amora's fingers reached out to caress the silken fabrics, "They're very beautiful!!" She marveled. "Right? I handcrafted them myself." "Really?" she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as she nodded in admiration, "Wow, you are truly a master of your craft! I feel...," her voice faltered, her eyes lurking with embarassment before they pulled inexorably towards Maya's ankle, a heart tattoo__seizing her attention. "Your tattoo is beautiful," she breathed, slowly raising her gaze to meet Maya's once more.

“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.