Quotes For Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

“Mates are .. kind of similar to destined partners. Except even destined partners seem to have a choice, with mates it doesn’t work like that. Even if you want to stay away from them, you can’t. They might be a horrible and despicable person, you might want to tear the flesh off of their skin and burn their eyes, but you won’t be able to. That’s what it means to have a mate. They physically affect you. When they hurt, so do you. When they’re anxious, you sweat a lake. Hurting them is masochism, you’re just hurting yourself.” Jess almost laughs. “D..destined partners?” He manages to speak through his wheeze, his abdomen clenching at the humor. After a few more wheezes he ends up coughing. It

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.

The invisible force strikes her squarely in the chest. She gasps. Her body lifts off the ground before crashing backward several feet away. A loud cry escapes her. For one victorious second, I think I've done it. But a blinding pain explodes inside my own chest. "Ah!" My knees buckle. It feels as though someone struck me with my own attack. I collapse onto the ground, clutching my ribs. "What..." My breathing becomes uneven. "What is happening...?" Amara laughs softly. "I forgot to mention that." She kneels beside me. "We're soul sisters." She lightly taps my forehead. "Our souls are intertwined. If you hurt one of us, you experience that pain as well."

The High Wiz had long ago ceased to be our divinities—they were our oppressors—and they were anything but benevolent. The young woman raised her moonlit hands in a welcoming gesture, a jangling bracelet of genuine silver bells adorning her wrist. “Do you have a moment to listen to the Word of the Blessed? ” “No,” Celina retorted disdainfully, disregarding the girl’s outstretched hands and nudging Amanda to walk on. The young woman's untamed dark hair shimmered in the dawn light as her clean features radiated a cheerful smile. Six other acolytes stood behind her, both young men and women with uncut hair—each scanning the marketplace for young people to harass. “It would only take a minute,” t

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

"Your sister is gone! What is going to happen to Sonny? He's only seven. He may not survive at the hands of a wicked stepmother if his father remarries!" The burning pain in my stomach lingered faintly as I stared blankly at the scene before me. All I saw was black and white. Everyone who came to mourn hung their heads and sobbed quietly. My mother, Amber Green, was kneeling on the ground and clutching the hem of my pants. She was crying her heart out.

“You’re my sister, and I’ll always be here for you.” Their embrace was tight and soothing, as if they were sealing a promise in that very moment—to support and cherish one another through thick and thin. Standing together in the embrace of the forest, cradled by nature's beauty, Aria recognized that she had indeed discovered a true sister in Luna, a connection that transcended the confines of words. Their souls felt intertwined, as if they had been woven together by fate, destined to journey through life side by side.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sᴏᴜʟ"ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ