My Dead Sister Novels & Stories

“That’s my sister, Cole.” “What?” Cole squealed, widening his eyes at me. His gaze shuffled between my face and then my sister’s. “The dead sister?” I nodded, sitting on the couch. It was so exhausting, trying to be strong when I was breaking inside. “You said she died because of the mob world.”

The Goddess returned to the stream with a knowing smile while waiting for me to process her words. “How can I accept him if I am dead? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” “You accepted my sister in your death?” “That also confuses me.” I had to take advantage of this opportunity. “Who or what is Dark Sister?” [REMINDER THAT THIS IS COPYRIGHTED PROPERTY OF T.MURPHY/2025. IF FOUND UNDER ANY OTHER NAME THEN: TMURPHY202, PLEASE REPORT IT AS STOLEN]

But just as I was drifting between sleep and wakefulness, my phone rang, sounding especially urgent. I answered groggily, only to hear my sister-in-law, Delia Winslow, crying over the line. "Amy! Asher… Asher's dead!"

“ Angelica, your sister… “ He stared that gave shiver to my spine. “ She’s dead… “ My body frozed and my world stopped. She’s dead?! “ She died twelve years ago… “ He added that made my tears flow. My sister! She’s dead! But how? ***** Please support my other story. Love you all(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤乂❤‿❤乂

Her dark eyes were fixed, her expression inscrutable. She looked younger, maybe from four years ago? And then—she spoke. "I am you." My blood turned to ice. The screen flickered. And then it went black. Silence. I drew in a sharp breath, my mind racing. What the hell was this? A recording? Some kind of sick game? My sister was dead. She had been dead for a month. A distorted voice crackled from hidden speakers, hollow and robotic. “The warnings should not have been ignored.”

"She's dead." "You don't look too happy about that?" My head whips around in her direction. "Who the fuck are you? I mean who the fuck celebrates when their only sister dies?" She's clearly taken aback. Perhaps that's not how she meant it but my emotions are getting the best of me. I've never killed someone before....my sister was the first. Liam and I decided to do away with her so as to prevent her from coming back for revenge or some other silly excuse.

There is no such policy as far as I know. I complained the same to the receptionist. “I am sorry, I can’t help you in going against the hospital policy” “But this--this is not even a policy! can’t I even see my dead sister!” “Are you sure she has no blood relatives?” I started remembering the past. No matter how much time has passed, it still hurts the same when I remember it all. She had no sibling and her mother committed suicide, but her father was still in Jail, if I am right…

No one was willing to help me out so I dug into the soil by myself until the rain started pouring down and when I finally buried her, it was midnight. After I was done, I went ahead to get some bunch of cold beers and drink myself to stupor. As lightning struck right across the sky, I shook my head and dunked down the drink further more. I had to admit, my reality felt dreamlike and I could rarely believe it. My sister whom I used to spend the day with just chatting with and having fun with was now six feet under the ground. In early days, I used to tell my sister that we should spend more time together but she refused as she was more focused on pleasing the Alpha but now, it all didn't matt

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.