Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

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.

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

AFTER Lily Luc throws her head back and the amber liquid flows down her throat but the glass bottle is still full. "Drink!" she holds out the bottle to me. I shake my head while looking into her black bottomless eyes. She forces my mouth open with her long, sharp talons. Her talons are ripping my mouth open. I feel no pain. Red drips from the mouth to my white dress. She pours the liquid down my throat. It burns down my throat,

It not only tracked my location but also stole all my data and messages. It even copied every single text conversation. That was how Alice befriended all the same people I had in my contacts. She read my chats, figured out what they liked, and then pretended she shared those same interests. Those idiots actually thought they found their soulmates, so of course, they dumped me and went running to Alice. As for Isaac, I never had him on my phone in the first place. Mom was always the one talking to him for me. Hence, Alice did not even know he existed and could not mess with him.

Her eyes were always on the work in front of her. Brynn had not expected to recognize her own walk on someone else's body. She did. Isla was walking the walk Brynn had spent ten years walking. Brynn did not know if Isla had learned it from her brother who had felt it through the bond for a year, or if all wolves who decided to be invisible arrived at the same walk by the same logic. Either way, Brynn watched the back of Torrhen's sister cross the courtyard with the gait Brynn had once worn herself, and she felt something complicated and tender she did not have time to feel.

“A cult of nobodies praising this man walking around, holding out his wrinkly, boney hands. His mouth moves but no voice comes out unlike before. Echoing, bellowing loudly, and shiver sending one. ‘The one’ makes one at some numerous peaks.” The representative sends suggestiveness tones throughout her readings and the other person knows what she thinks. With the grin plastered on the older woman’s face, Jessica gives her the journal without closing it. Not hesitating to take it and realizing they are almost at the end. Scanning the page of where the younger one left and clearing her throat before the representative leans on her chair to listen. “The – uhh – carving of a red circle with the i

Everything. Door. Opened. Creaking. Loud. Ominous. Final. And. There. She. Was. Isabella. Hart. Standing. In. Doorway. Smiling. That. Smile. Insane. Evil. Victorious. Sienna’s breath. Stopped. Seeing. Her. Really. Seeing. Monster. In. Human. Form. Isabella. Looked. Different. Thinner. Paler. Darker. Somehow. Like. Madness. Ate. Her. From. Inside. Out.