Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

Seems to be her go to trick of irritation. “It won’t work on us, aunt.” I tell her, activating my inner light. Something I discovered has always been there, but it was not active until I entered the meadow. It was like a seal between my inner self and my powers broke when I entered the meadow. It melted together, making me one. I feel whole. Like I was always meant to be this kickass force to be reckoned with. The thing I had always missed was parted in two; myself and Isaiah.

This was no ordinary mountain ground. A voice slid into my mind, not a sound, but a thought that wasn’t mine. “Come closer, Clarissa.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The answer shimmered through me, neither male nor female, heavy with an echo that felt like it came from a thousand mouths at once. “I am Xireth. The Spirit of Mirrors. I hold the faces you’ve hidden from yourself.” Before I could ask more, my vision shifted. For the first time in days, light poured in. It was not sunlight, not the muted colors of the real world, but silver light that glowed from everywhere at once. I gasped at what I was seeing, the blindness was gone.

“Someone.” The others froze. “Elara,” Aiden whispered. “No,” Iris corrected, lifting her head slowly. Her eyes flashed—half hers, half veiled in obsidian. “It’s older than Elara. It’s the shadow that made her.” Scene 1: The Voice Within Inside Iris’s mind, a storm brewed. She stood on a floating shard of moonlight, surrounded by an ocean of shadows. In front of her stood a figure cloaked in tattered mist. It had no face, yet its presence loomed with impossible gravity.

Within the sanctuary's sacred embrace, a sym In the hallowed depths of the sacred sanctuary, a place where secrets whispered and shadows danced, two souls sought refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Zavier, with his brooding eyes and enigmatic aura, and Sophia, with her ethereal grace and fierce determination, were drawn together by an invisible force, their hearts entwined in a delicate dance of solace and strength. As they ventured deeper into the sanctuary, its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold mysteries. The air crackled with an electric energy, as if the very essence of their In the depths of their souls, they bared their most intimate desires and vulne

"We can't do this. Whatever happened last time was a mistake, and it's not happening again." "We both know it's not a mistake. You want me as much as I want you. Why do you keep denying yourself what you want?" He closed his eyes as if fighting an internal battle, and when he opened them, they were cold and the protector font was back on. "I am a golden guardian, and we don't give into our desires. It's an internal sin."

Maybe I should try to talk to her with my mind again. ("If you can hear me, try to talk back to me in your head.") I see her tense; it was barely noticeable. She looked around slightly alarmed. I smiled at her. She was looking around, not really scared but curious. Then she closed her eyes and I heard her reply in my mind. ("This is seriously getting creepy. Are you real? Or am I legitimately going crazy?") I can’t stop watching her. ("I promise you're not crazy. I am in the café with you. I did tell you I would find you.") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He won't. He won't see what I've become. What I have always been. Because my stepmother was right. The girl he loves—the sister he trusts—is gone. In her place stands a stranger wearing her skin. A vessel for a darkness that will never see light. A keeper of secrets. A monster. The last embers in the hearth give a final, desperate hiss. Die over half-burned logs. Darkness descends—complete. Absolute. I stand within it. A ghost.

I inserted the password and the door opened revealing my secret room. Once I took steps in, the lights shone around in the room. Revealing my weapons, books, computers, and other devices. "Good evening, Mr Friedrich." Ann my assistant greeted me from my system. "Good evening Ann." A friend of mine in Russia created it for me, and it had been on my system ever since. It wasn't a human though, just something that was created to answer questions, and show me the things I needed to know. Giving me whatever informations I needed. Ann could track someone anywhere in the world, it could tell what one was up to. It gave any kind of information.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan