Poems About Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

The red of her eyes glowed and everyone’s candles lit simultaneously. Her chant carried across the clearing, smooth and steady “By lunar’s breath an elders flame, By tides that pull and sky’s that claim, We present our sister, Anastasia. Bearer of the crescent path, High Priestess of birthright.” The coven responded together, like a perfect symphony. It pulsed through the ground, through the water, and through my chest. My heart began to race but not with fear. I could feel all of them. Not just their emotions, but their souls.

Her perfectly coiffed hair had come undone in the fury of her tantrum, but she still managed to look like she thought she owned the place. That was my sister. Ever beautiful, ever regal, even though her soul was slowly and steadily rotting away from the inside out. We enjoyed calling the wolves of the south monsters and barbarians, but from the little I had come to realize, we were the monsters. Us. Stormriders. A brief exchange occurred between Selene and I and she gripped the hem of my gown, sneering at me. “And what if I don’t? What are you going to do, sister?”

My body freezes and I look at the three of them, my sisters, their eyes glowing as the colors swirl within like captured star fire. The joy in their expressions is palatable, filling the room as they look to me as a new hope as if everything rests on my shoulders. “It will be glorious,” Cosima exalts, holding her arms up in prayer, “Once the celestial fire burns through you, everything will become clear. You will see the words now written, and hear the song once known.”

Cirdan explained and he almost touched me but he curled his hands and shoved them back into his pocket. “What do you mean boy, who is responsible?” father asked Cirdan and my eyes widened, Father will not let go of the issue. He was going to get to the root of the problem and Cirdan just placed suspicion on girls who were not completely innocent but still, I feel like they would not have been the ones who did this. I was likely to attribute it to stress but my father will not. “Soul sisters…” Cirdan responded. “A group of three girls who are…”

I don’t know if my brother has realized it or not, but the mate bond doesn’t stay strong if there is a constant strain put on it. It kills me that every time she sees him he breaks her spirt slightly more making her shrink within herself even, and in turn dulling her bright light hidden within. I can’t help but use my powers on her because it’s crushing my heart to feel her agony. The minute her hand is safely within mine I begin humming awakening my powers, and I can feel her relaxing into our familiar rhythm as we walk to our American Literature class.

Give me a pat on the arm. '' Are. We smile together and I know that it doesn't matter if I choose to leave, because we will continue to be soul sisters. Forever.

How could they take everyone I love away from me? I sat there, tears streaming down my face, holding onto my sister one last time. Standing up, I sought for a suitable spot and began digging with my bare hands to lay my sister to rest. I couldn't bury my father, or mother, or brother, but at least I could bury my sister. I gently placed her in the hole, holding onto her tightly as tears flowed uncontrollably. "May the moon goddess's light illuminate your path to the underworld, where shadows dance in eternal embrace." I whispered softly.

“At least for a moment. I used it because your language does not have another word for what you were to one another in the beginning. But if you continue thinking of yourselves as brother and sister, you will misunderstand everything.” Emily stared at her. “Then tell us what we actually were.” The First Mother took a slow breath. “You were two separate souls.” Kael's eyes narrowed. “Separate?” “Completely.” Emily felt some of the tension leave her chest. “You mean we weren't pieces of the same person?” “No.” “We weren't two halves of one soul?” “No.” Kael stepped closer. “Then what exactly was the First Soul?” The First Mother turned toward the enormous silver chamber surrounding them.

If I had my way, she’d be six feet, rotting with maggots, and burning in the depths of hell. But that was the problem, I couldn't, and for a swift second, I hated my parents for birthing this parasite. Because as much as I wanted to hate her, the stupid bond tethering us as sisters had me feeling nothing. No hate, no love, just a title— Sister. She poisoned me, they both scarred me, yet my soul chose Kai as its prey. Swirling him in ink, and drowning her in memories of family dinners, shared rooms, and girlish secrets.

"I'm sorry I didn't forgive you, I love you Catherina and I want your spirit to keep on living, you did so much and the last bad thing you did I forgive because I knew it wasn't you, I still love you big sis." Sniffling I sensed something was going on, and as I opened my eyes, I saw Catherina sparkling pink, and it was now dark around us. The moon's bright light shone on her and me. I couldn't quit gazing at the moon. It felt like it was beckoning to me, so I got up to see if I could get closer to it, but instead I saw someone's hair in front of me. Looking down, I see my sister's soul; she was happy and sobbing.