Invisible Sister Novels & Stories

SIERRA'S POV The night air outside the feast hall was colder than it had any right to be. It stung my skin, reminding me that I was still alive, that my heart was still beating too fast in my chest. My mind remembered when the incense wanted into the air, the scent. The moment the bond snapped awake like a beast roused from a ten-year sleep. I could feel it still, like invisible claws dragging across the inside of my ribcage, and underneath it all, muffled but unmistakable, the echo of Isaak’s scent.

In her pupils flashed an ominous sense of accomplishment that she had dragged her ten-year widow sister into the perfect abyss of depravity. "I know. When I too tasted that man's presence for the first time in my life in that cave on the uninhabited island during a storm..." She whispered, moistening her lips with her tongue. "Because I became an awakened siren exactly like you are now, Sister." With a rustling sound, In-young turned her body and lay on her side facing me. The secret confession flowing from her wet red lips dyed the air in the room even stickier, alongside the flickering candlelight.

​Chapter 115 ​ISOLDE ​Staring at the artwork, a peculiar warmth washed over me. The woman depicted in it looked incredibly familiar and comforting. My stomach dropped when Silas revealed she was his sister. The thought of being their niece after everything that happened between us made me sick; it just felt entirely wrong.

Katie said in her matter-of-fact way. “How?” Katie turned her head toward Kelly. “Like she could just do that willy nilly.” Isabella giggled. “You two.” She snorted a bit. “Anyway, I did. You don’t need to know why really, but I believe it was in preparation for what happened to me…well…when I was here…I guess here. Anyway, I saw myself again, but this time it was very different. I wasn’t traveling on the outside of myself. I was inside of myself…an Inner Body Experience.”

Sienna swallowed hard and stepped through. She emerged into a narrow corridor lined with black mirrors. Each one reflected her face, but not as she was now. One mirror showed her younger , naive, innocent. Another showed her eyes golden instead of gray. Another… showed her bleeding from a wound in her chest, collapsing in a man’s arms. “Enough,” she whispered, turning away. “Show me what I came for.” The mirrors stilled. The last one at the corridor’s end shimmered, rippling like water. Inside it, she saw a room , circular, candlelit, filled with symbols drawn in blood.

"You don't need to apologize, Isabella. I already knew. I could feel the second soul shifting the weight in your aura before you even reached the iron gate." I looked around the gravel path, making sure the pack guards at the security barrier weren't close enough to overhear us. "She's getting stronger," I confessed, my voice trembling as the sheer terror of it finally caught up to me. "She’s trapped inside my subconscious. Every time I get angry or desperate, she just takes complete control of my body. I can't stop her anymore." The seer's professional exterior cracked for a brief second, her brow furrowing in deep disapproval. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Why did you keep this hid

“Isolde... it was you.” Isolde frowned, setting her bag down. “What are you talking about? Sit down, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Adanna didn’t sit. Her hands shook as she gripped the table edge. “Mistress Izzy. The Veil. Last night. The St. Andrew’s cross. The strap-on. You bit my neck and called me little dove while you fucked me from behind.” Her voice dropped to a fierce whisper, cheeks burning. “My own sister made me squirt all over everywhere. And you didn’t even know it was me.”

“You told Ines about my mother whore, and she told the whole orphanage about it. I trusted you like a sister. And you traded me for some alien girl, and when I decided to take revenge on her, I took her side. — What? Sil, Inez couldn't do it because I never told her anything. She found out about you along with everyone else. So that's why you tried to mutilate her,” she said, shocked by her words. “Well, of course she couldn’t, Ines is virtue herself, sweet and kind, practically a saint,” she said, shaking her head. “I swear on my life, Sylvia, that I didn’t tell her anything, you were my closest person,” a lump formed in her chest, all this time she considered me a traitor.

**A Silent Struggle** The house was quieter than usual that morning. Isabelle sat in front of the vanity mirror, her fingers absently brushing through her hair, but her mind was miles away. A dull ache pulsed in her abdomen, making every movement a reminder of how much she had been hiding. Her eyes flickered to the calendar on the wall—a constant reminder of how far she’d come, yet how much more she had left to conceal.

Soheila asked slowly. Sirene's head was down, but she looked up. There they saw the glint of guiltiness. "I have a secret." She held her hands nervously. "I don't want to beat around the bush, so I'll say it straightforwardly." She had her head down again and sighed deeply. "The Inner Realm, that's where I... I lived before meeting you guys." It was silent when Sirene confessed. Sirene slowly looked up and saw their shocked eyes except for Soheila and Theodore who had a calm reaction.