Poems About Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

[Each story here always has one or more links, so they don't necessarily become separate stories. Hope you guys enjoy it. If you feel like quitting, then stop. Because really, forbidding the reader to continue indefinitely is inappropriate for a writer. I love you.] ____________________________________ Women are like poison. Women are bad. They may look beautiful and gentle on the outside, but who knows how despicable the soul is. That's what stuck in his mind in the cold, foggy morning, when his mother woke him up. At that time he still spent his nights crying. Crying because he had been separated for nearly two weeks from his beloved younger sister, from his gentle and kind father.

I tell the Moon Goddess as I lower my head, upset with myself that I had put my wolf second after finding my mates. “Willow, your wolf has a warrior spirit and that can never be taken away from her. As for your mates you will find they will come to accept you and your wolf for who you are to truly become. I have plans for you and your wolf as a bigger evil is on its way. I fear that my dear sister is back from the dead and I should have known even hell couldn’t hold her.” The Moon Goddess said to me, and I lifted my head to look at her, as I was confused about who her sister was. “Your sister?” I asked her.

His sister. The one person he would never look at with the aching hunger I felt for him. "Doubt what?", the voice came and only then did I realize I had spoken to loud. “Uhm...never mind, what about the Luna?” I said, forcing the question out of the mind, the title tasting like ash on my tongue. My title. My name. My life. The title was meant to be mine. Jude shrugged, his focus on the dark road. “Oh, she traveled out of town.”

"We were six. We cut our thumbs with a kitchen knife and promised to be sisters forever." "Not sisters. We were very specific about that. Sisters was too ordinary. We wanted something stronger. Bonded by Blood soul sisters, we called it. Soul sisters. Because we'd both lost someone—you your mother’s sense of safety, me my father and we knew we'd have to fight to keep anyone else. We swore we'd train together, protect each other, and never lie to each other." Elena squeezed Hanna's fingers. The grass tickled her ankles. Somewhere inside her, the baby rolled a slow, deliberate pressure that reminded her she wasn't alone anymore. She'd never been alone. "I remember."

"By soul." I frown at her. "...What?" "We are soul sisters. The four rulers of the Mana Wolves." The name immediately rings inside my mind. Mana Wolves. Ezra mentioned them.

Even the potted pothos on the windowsill was gone. He walked to the bedside. His knees struck the edge of the bed, and he sank to the floor on his knees. His phone rang. It was Jenna calling. Clifton stared at the name flashing on the screen, and it suddenly hit him as a bucket of ice water poured over his head. The night of our seventh anniversary, Jenna had a sudden heart palpitation. The morning of the wedding, she just happened to get an appointment with a specialist. How could there be so many coincidences in the world, timed so precisely as if they had been calculated?

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous. Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces. As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well. She was in denial. It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly. He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.

“It is an adventure. You don't have to hope in wait for something that might never happen. A soulmate that you might never meet because they are in another realm, one that might shorten your life–” “We, lycans, can explore adventures too. Not many will find their soulmates, and not many will want to explore other realms. My sister wants a mate, but she hasn't found one yet; she has visited every village in our Realm. She is not going on those journeys any longer and she has decided on exploring adventures. We have both options but you have only one. Who suffers more?” “There is love at first sight. You feel your heart drum.” “Isn't that usually inaccurate? Does it not fade away after a while

At the Wyatt family in Rivenesco, Lovellia, a handsome young man rushed into the house. Dustin Fox walked into the living room carrying a cake. Five gorgeous women came up to meet him. They were the five stunning sisters of the Wyatt family. The eldest, Amara, was dressed in office attire that did nothing to hide her amazing figure. The second sister, Bella, was cold and distant. Her beauty was marked by a chilling elegance. The third sister, Clara, wore a short skirt and high heels. She was no less than a seductive temptress. The fourth sister, Delia, was in casual dress. Her features were softer but no less pretty. The youngest sister, Elisa, was lively and charming.

*** Silas’ POV *** I stared at the fire. My eyes blurred as I felt the heat from the flames in front of me. I knew the fire was being stoked magically. It took a lot of heat to continue to burn a pyre. The smoke continue to rise, but it had turned to a light grey color as it burned pure. My sister was gone. These fames burned away her mortal tether, and the smoke carried her soul to the Moon Goddess. Or so the old tales said. Right now, both my sister and the Moon Goddess could shove it.