Poems About Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

They both huffed and snuggled into Carson stealing glances and sticking out their tongues. "They cannot stay apart". The whole family witnessed it from the living room and smiled at them. "Yeah. They are the heart, mind and soul of each other". And that was the ultimate truth. ----- Tabby

Sophia lead the way, her dark eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. “Release them,” I snarled, drawing my blade. The hellfire from my sword flickered, I felt my very energy suppressed by the oppressive atmosphere of the library. Sophia let out a musical laugh that made the hair on my neck stand. “Your little insults won’t work here, honey. We aren’t demons. We are the eternal sisters. And your brothers? They simply lost to our challenge. They couldn’t choose you over the safety of their home. They fell victim to their own flawed characters”.

Through creative endeavors, she expressed her unique gifts and tapped into a limitless well of inspiration. In this chapter, Rita also recognized the importance of sisterhood and the power of women coming together to support and uplift one another. She formed deep connections with like-minded women, creating a sacred circle of shared wisdom, love, and empowerment. Through this sisterhood, she experienced the transformative power of collective feminine energy, amplifying the impact of their individual journeys.

"I can hear them. They're... they're breathing." "It's the resonance, Leo," Hala said, her voice sounding like the rattling of dry seeds in a gourd. She was leaning heavily on a warrior, her golden eyes fixed on the three women standing on the altar. "The Sisters are the echo of every wolf who was ever cast out. These bones are their choir. They don't breathe with lungs; they breathe with the Void."

the woman announced, her voice ringing out in the silence, "this is Selena, the one we have been waiting for." The girls murmured amongst themselves, their gazes locked on me. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. But as I looked closer, I realized that there was something different about these women. They had an aura of power around them, a strength that seemed to emanate from within. "Selena," the woman continued, "these are your sisters in the Sisterhood of the Moon. Like you, they possess ancient powers that have been passed down through generations." I stared at them, trying to wrap my mind around this new information. "You mean... they're like me? They ha

It meant that even after I was gone, my parents weren't left on their own. They had with them a bouquet of pink lilacs, and they spread out a picnic mat beside my grave. "It's been such a long time, Cassidy. We all miss you. I've been studying abroad for the past few years and just came back a couple of days ago." He arranged the flowers as he spoke, as though I were still there with them. I couldn't help smiling when I heard his words. I walked over and sat down on the picnic mat with them. It felt like we were just out for a casual outing.

Sisters? It echoed in my mind like a pebble tossed into a still pond, sending ripples of confusion through my already spiraling thoughts. Did he mean actual sisters? Blood relations? Or was this some ghostly reference to a coven—a group of mystics swirling in shadows, hidden from the world, mere figments of folklore? My heart thudded uncomfortably against my ribs, a frantic drummer pushing me into a corner of anxiety I never knew existed. For eighteen years, I'd believed I was alone, a singular entity of joy, pain, and tight-lipped secrets.

Then the tribe follows— and I see it on their faces: the fear, the awe, the respect. Our honor returns to our shoulders like moonlight drawn home. The night still hums with the echo of our tears. Eight of nine sisters beneath the moon — no longer rivals, no longer strangers. The bond that the moon watched shatter now glows whole again. And in that light, I see them — my tribe, my blood beyond blood — watching, waiting, judging, hoping. This is no longer just about me. It never was. The moon healed my body, but the sisters mended my soul.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.