Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

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.”

The security breach turned out to be an inside job, a low-level staff member bought by a rival faction for an amount of money that Emeric described, with cold contempt, as insulting. Silas identified the man within twelve hours, the matter was handled in the basement level, and the estate returned to its routines with new encryption protocols on every electronic lock.

“It is a particular age for a soprano.” “I know.” “You are twenty six.” “I know that too.” Isla did not move, did not shift. “Tell me what invisible feels like.” Vivienne’s throat tightened. She thought about being careful and then decided not to be. “Like being a photograph of yourself,” she said. “Everyone sees who you were. They do not look at what is actually there.” Isla nodded slowly. “And what is actually there?” A long silence. “I do not know,” Vivienne said. “That is the problem. I have been the voice for so long I do not know what is left if the voice goes.”

The firestorm raged but did not consume. As the fire became too much for its own rage, it burrowed into the silver of the mirrors, breaking through the blind surfaces into what lay on the other side. The mirrors did not shatter, but instead of reflecting the black box of the Voice, they now became as transparent as windows, showing the rolling meadows, the mighty rivers, and the proud cities of Motherland. Where seeds of fire fell, they were planted, and bloomed, and bore fruit. Their fruits were the oborotni, the krovososy, the Kosmops and the Fists. The words of the Voice became the bodies of the Enemy.

I was damping my hands before tapping my face lightly with water. I hope this wakes me up. “Get your shit together, Lianna!” I whispered to myself. I turned the faucet off and that was when silence enveloped the bathroom. Something crawled within my skin. I didn’t realize I was all alone in the restroom! With fear and slight annoyance, I quickly walked out of the bathroom with my heart beating loudly. I was so fucking scared, alright! “Fuck,” I cursed. “What the hell was that?” I held my chest tightly, hoping a single hand of mine would at least calm the beating. But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system.

I wanted to leave this damn office room and be beside her so the thought of her trying to escape me once again wouldn’t screw my mind. Her abandonment hurt my hidden soft spot which I had been hiding somewhere deep inside my heart. No one knew this side of me, no family, no friend, no brother. For them, I was one cold bastard who only knew to kill, who made sadistic decisions for inner-pleasure. I was inhuman for The World.

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

Annabella announced as she entered only to meet Cindy,her childhood friend sitting in front of the TV looking so serious "What's going on? Why so serious?" Annabella asked and sat down and tried watching but she couldn't understand a thing "What's that?" She asked "What do you mean? Don't tell me you don't know,WEB ZONE is launching their latest gadget tomorrow..S9!!!" Cindy screamed so loud that Annabella had to close her ear "Wow" she muttered,now getting what the news is about "I can't believe this,I've not even used S1 and now S9?" Cindy faked a tear

She looks ethereal; the dark waters wrap around her limps and torso and flow from her head into the ocean. Her mouth opens, she calls out to me. I want to run but the waters entangle around my ankles holding me still. She calls my name again, this time she is so close that I feel the bitter coldness of her breath. She grabs my arm and drags me with her into the dark icy ocean. I'm crying, pleading. The ocean begins to howl, pushing me with her