Poems About Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

Mothers and daughters were supposed to have the most intimate bond, but for me, just seeing a call from her made me sick. My phone rang three times before I finally took the call. "Are you dead?" Mom screeched at me. "Why the heck did you take so long to answer the phone? You're bloody useless, you know that? Why are you always unreachable when something happens, huh? You might as well be dead for all I care!" That was precisely what she thought of me. I was so useless that I might as well be dead. Thus, when my younger sister, Amy Lockwood, had kidney problems, she insisted that I donate my kidney to Amy.

She knew that her evil sister had to be stopped, but the thought of killing her had never entered her mind. Frey moved in front of Davina and looked down at her with compassion. “You have goodness in your heart, so you can’t imagine killing another human being; let alone, your sister. You must remember that, although she shared your mother’s womb and pulled chromosomes from you enough to take on your look, she is not your true sister. Her seed was magically implanted at the time of your conception because she needed much of the same environment and nutrients that you required. She would kill you and your baby without blinking an eye and wouldn’t give it another thought. Step out of the t

~2018~ "Our universe grants every soul a twin-a reflection of themselves -the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." – Julie Dillon

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

Souls whispered their stories, and Alec could sense the intertwining narratives weaving a tapestry of experiences. "Sasha," he said, his voice carrying the weight of countless echoes, "do you hear them? The stories of love, of loss, of dreams that echo through the ages. It's like the very essence of existence is singing to us." Sasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through the cosmic currents. "Alec, every soul we encounter adds a new note to our journey. It's overwhelming, yet beautiful, like a celestial choir revealing the depths of the universe's heart."

As the night wore on, they talk about lighter topics, bringing back shared childhood memories that had been dormant for years, waiting for this reunion to breathe life into them once more. In the stillness of the night, with only the soft murmur of their voices breaking the silence, the two sisters discovered the threads that connected their lives. They laughed, they cried, and in doing so, they began to weave a new narrative of redemption, reconciliation, and the resilience of familial bonds.

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

“You’re not my cousin.” Ice flooded my veins as I saw the truth unveil in her eyes. She knows. Dianne has been able to figure it out. What am I going to do now? What’s going to happen from here on out? “Shift,” Dianne said in a voice that could barely pass as a whisper. “What?” I was taken aback. “Zie and Sia are soul sisters, you know that right?” I parted my lips to respond, not having the slightest idea who Sia was, but Dianne wouldn’t just let me speak.

Not as an Alpha fighting to survive. Not as a human searching for his place. But as two souls who had found each other across lifetimes. Whatever tomorrow brought... They would face it together. And somewhere high above, the Moon Goddess smiled. The End

Then I chuckled, staring into space as I added, searching deep within me, “But isn’t that what sisterhood is about? Torturing one another and being each other’s nightmare? My sister definitely did more than that, and even though she missed her way many times, I got to experience her love before she passed away.” “I got to hear her apologize to me. I got to hear her own story and the demons she had to face while I hated her,” I chimed in. “I got to understand that while she tortured me, she was hurting too. She traumatized me, but she was equally traumatized. I guess we are two identical souls who couldn’t agree until the very end.”