My Dead Sister Novels & Stories

The night before my funeral, Alexander visited Sarah in the dungeon. She was chained with magic-suppressing shackles, her once-perfect appearance now disheveled and dirty. "The Blood Moon Pack sent an interesting message," Alexander said coldly. "Turns out their moon god is Richard's sister, I've never heard you mention her before, my foster sister." Sarah tried to maintain her composure. "Alex, please listen. I never meant for Isabella to die. The curse was never supposed to kill anyone!"

“She threatened to kill me and one night, my very own sister placed a pillow over my face. I struggled for my life, but she overpowered me. I thought I had died until I woke up the next morning. But then, she was gone.” “Did you meet her again?” I asked. “I met her three years ago when I moved to New York after I woke up from the dead. I had gotten into an accident and found myself in a hospital where she worked. She asked that I join her in her plan. At that moment, I knew my sister was long gone, and there was no way to bring her back.” I stayed quiet, I didn't know what to say. I had already made up my mind to kill the one who murdered my mother and now this.

Logan tightened the screws in Ava’s legs using a wrench. He did this to stimulate the severed bones to keep growing. Ava endured the endless and excruciating pain. The only reason she tried to survive through it was for me—her sister in a mental health institute. In her diary, Ava had written that as long as she was alive, there would always be hope. Dominic had given her a lot of money. She had secretly saved it in my account abroad. I found the secret code she left for me in her diary.

she didn't bother to say more just burst out of the room crying. "I'm dead, no I'm officially dead, the one time I decide to act on my feelings, I get caught fucking my sister's man, there's no redemption from this, ever, what do I do?" I could only think about my sister as he came up to me. "You need to relax, she was going to find out eventually, I-" I cut him off with a loud slap.

“For some reason, I seem to be missing my sister a lot today.” Oh. I didn't even know she had a sister. “You can visit her then—” “She's dead,” she said, cutting me off. Her lips thinned into a narrow, sad smile. “She has been dead for a while now.” I snapped my mouth shut. “I'm so sorry about that.” She shook her head. “You don't have to be,” she said. “It was her death anniversary yesterday so it must be why I'm missing her so much.”

She just looked at him with wild eyes. He rushed over. “Amaya, talk to me. What’s going on?” She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “We have a problem.” “What is it?” Amaya collapsed onto the couch, covering her mouth. “My sister is dead.”

*Two Weeks Later* ~Dawn "She's your sister, Dawn, why are you so worried?" I can't explain it. The idea of my sisters being risen from the dead is daunting. Will she look the same? Will she get her body back? Nothing in my mind is coming together to make sense at all. Instead, it has me stressing out that the sister I knew won't be the same when Death brings her back. Lucky for me, I won't have to meet Death. From what has been described of her, she doesn't seem like the...nicest immortal to exist.

I'm waiting. I stare at the pile of paper. He knew. Drakon knew she was alive. He’s been getting letters from her for two years. Maybe longer. He lied to the club. He lied to Leon. He lied to me. He let us believe she was a martyr. A tragedy from the past. But she was alive. She was writing to him. Begging him. And he left her there. Why? Why would the man who burned down a city for me leave his own sister in a cage?

Stella was dead. My sister… the girl who had set fire to a Christmas dessert and laughed about it for years, the girl my family had sent me to Asia so I wouldn’t be there when they destroyed her, the girl who had become something I couldn’t have predicted from what she’d been, the woman who had spent eight years making me a weapon she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to fire was dead on a highway she had not been supposed to die on. And I still didn’t entirely believe it.

"Since he loves faking his death so much, I'll give him a taste of the real thing." The bedroom door creaked open. Ford walked in with a glass of warm milk, a look of perfect concern on his face. "Shelly, what's wrong? Another nightmare about Ford?" He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch my cheek. I forced myself not to flinch. "I just—I miss him," I took the milk, my voice catching. "Aiden, sometimes… I feel like he never left." "I know," his voice was so gentle it made my stomach churn. "I miss my brother, too. If it weren't for those damn silver bullets—"