Quotes For Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

The darkness within the bowl began to churn, transforming into a glowing mist that rose toward the ceiling. Slowly, the mist joined together. Two elderly women appeared within the cloud—not physically, but mentally, their spirits anchoring to the ritual from opposite corners of the wolf kingdom. We were the Three Blind Sisters, Seers who had once bound our souls together before the kingdom had torn our circle apart. One of them let out a soft, crackling laugh that sounded like dry autumn leaves. “You've finally remembered we're still alive, Lira,” Nira murmured, her spirit shifting within the mist.

And she begs me for help as I hold a gun in my hands, pointing it right at her. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," she calls to me, reminiscent of the words our father chanted at us in that dark room. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul.

When he started chanting I felt my soul stretch outwardly towards Ellis. "Is that your soul, is that mine!" Ellis gasped loudly and both my brother and I told him to be quiet and still. Ellis' soul rose to greet mine and they each molded together perfectly. I had tears in my eyes at the beauty of it. They joined together into an iridescent twirling substance that connected him and I together by a small iridescent string only he and I could see. Well others could too if they looked for it. "Well that indeed proves that you two are genuinely soulmates. I've never seen a more perfect joining. You both are now basically one. Congratulations your soul wed," my brother told us both to be careful a

Using the mortar and pestle, she crushed the minerals and combined then leisurely as she uttered a thousand year old prayer for the soul. As Accashia breathed in the air, she could feel Jill’s spirit circling around her. It was a warm feeling. It felt like her sister was hugging her, whispering her farewell while begging for forgiveness. And if Accashia tried to imagine it, she could feel Jill’s soft fingertips against her cheeks, wiping the tears from her eyes away. If she listened intently, solemnly, wholeheartedly — she could hear her voice. She could imagine Jill’s smile and how her sister managed to break free from the evil that latched onto her soul.

“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.

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

My sisters sweet southern voice enters my ears. “Sure, but I locked the door and I’m not getting out of the bathtub.” I state firmly wincing at how rude I sounded. “Little sister we’re witches .. picking a lock is like childs play.” She says as she enters the bathroom rolling her eyes. I giggle at her statement feeling the bubbles of the champagne slightly easing my nerves, “you have so much to teach me big sis,” I say jokingly. We both laugh until she notices the champagne bottle and her eyes grow cold with fury.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

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.

"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."