Poems About Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

But in this moment, as they stood together before the mirror, all of that seemed to fade away. Their connection, forged through shared experiences and bound by the earth itself, was stronger than any bond of blood. They were sisters in every sense of the word, their love and support unwavering. As they gazed at each other in the mirror, their tears mingling with smiles, they shared a silent understanding—a moment of pure magic that transcended words. It was a testament to the power of friendship, of love, and of the unbreakable bond between two souls. And as they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Jolene knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their

DARK SISTER POV I knew I shouldn’t be festering on it. I knew I needed to let it go and stop wallowing, but how can I? When my sisters and I died, we died together. Selene and I were cut down that day side by side, while our elder sister, the strong and brave warrior spirit of us all, rushed out ahead in an attempt to fight off the pillagers of our small village.

“By blood of Ash and Shadow; by flame and death; I bind my soul to you, sister. Let our strengths become one.” Selene’s runes ignited around her collarbone. “By moon and mirror; by sacrifice and rebirth; I join my soul to yours, sister. Let our fates converge.” The mirror shattered in a spray of motes, tiny shards evaporating into motes of silver-blue light. A wind howled through the shrine, carrying whispered affirmations: sisterhood, unity, eternity.

She looked me in the eye as she said her vow, but she ended hers with something different. “I choose you, Luna Ava, as my soul sister. May the Moon Goddess bless us both and bond us further with each passing day.” “I choose you too,” I blurted out, blubbering. “Can I do that?” I asked the girls, momentarily afraid that I’d just fucked up some sort of special thing. “Yes,” Cassie laughed. “You can choose me as your soul sister, too.” “Then I do it,” I said, dropping the hands I was holding and grabbing Cassie’s. “I choose you. I want you to be my soul sister.”

TREVOR {Thursday, a day to the blood moon} The thought of Ashley's blood flowing through my veins terrified me. Ashley? Not Abby, the girl I'm in love with. Not Abby's blood, symbolizing a deeper connection. Not Abby being close to me from a distance. Ashley, her sister. Oh, I don't know, but that doesn't sound right at all. Numerous thoughts ran through my mind as I stared at the bullet I just pulled out of my ribs. Would we ever be normal again? What happens after the blood moon? What happens to Abby? What happens to me?

"Can you take me to my parents house please?" "Of course, grab whatever you need," I say softly and kiss her forehead. She grabs her phone and the flowers I brought and chokes quietly, "They're beautiful, thank you." "I came to ask you to that dinner I promised when I made full recovery," I say softly and she smiles lightly. "I understand that won't happen anytime soon. I'm sorry for your loss." "My sister was killed in action, in Iraq. She was due to come home tomorrow and wanted to meet you," she chokes quietly, lower lip trembling.

"I will, just give it time, my child." "Why didn't you tell me I had a sister?" "I knew you would understand if you met her. She's a compulsive liar and manipulator." My eyebrows knit together. "I know you don't believe me now, but give it time. You'll see. She's only using you to get to me. Do you really think it uses an entire soul just to teleport?" My face fell. "What?" "Souls are very powerful. They are used as power sources to cross realms between existences, not just to pop from Utah and back. Or did our dear Lanie not share that with you?"

Theo said with the same excitement as Angela and Dylan in his voice. "Okay." Adira said in short before reciting some lines in front of them. All were looking so excitedly towards her. She cleared her throat before starting and then started reciting some lines of the poetry that she had written by herself. "Someday , When your body will get tired of lust That day, Your soul will crave for love! Someday, when your soul will crave for a trustful partner That day, you will find the deceitful people around you! Someday, when you will realize the meaning of true love

She looked like the only girl who existed in the city. I would look down at my own dirty, calloused fingers, tracing the exact same shape of the jaw, the exact same curve of the nose through the reflection in a cracked washbasin mirror. We were identical down to the very molecular level of our skin, but she was the queen, and I was the ghost hidden in the woodwork. "Why do you look at her like that, sis?" a soft, fragile voice had whispered from the darkness behind me one night.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei