Quotes For Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

She demands. “I do.” I swear. “Repeat after me: I solemnly swear.” The Great Mother begins. “I solemnly swear.” I parrot. “To do no harm to my sisters.” “To do no harm to my sisters.” I dutifully recite. “To give aid to my sisters in need.” The Great mother continues. “To give aid to my sisters in need.” I echo. “Never betray a sister’s secret.” “Never betray a sister’s secret.” I parrot. “Pay your debts to the universe.” She continues.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

Louella said, defensively. “She still could,” the witch said as she walked up to Louella and took her chin in her hand. “Did you know that your sister can speak to ghosts?” When Louella shook her head, she added, “Soon, your aunt’s ghost will find her way to your sister. By then, your aunt will have remembered all and your sister will be told.” “My sister is in an asylum for the insane. No one will believe her,” Louella said with confidence. “Now, will you please help me? I can pay. Anything you ask. It’s yours.”

She closed the locket and markings were revealed in English. "Seeking to delve into mysteries, unknowns, unwanted. Answers to past, clues to the future. Linked to a soul...mate?" Geneva read aloud then scrunched up her face. That's it? She thought, no beginning, no end- meaningless? She tried to understand whatever meaning that laid behind those words. Riiiiiiiing. "Oh my." Startled, she jerked and the locket slipped from her fingers. Geneva stood and headed for the phone. She picked it up and screamed at the caller, "Sharon! You nearly gave me a heart attack."

The guests' murmurs crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I knew it! A leopard can't change its spots. The jinx of the Sullivan family is pure evil. Not only did she get her own biological brother killed, but she's now trying to steal her adopted brother's protective charm to get him killed too. Clearly, she wants to wipe out the Sullivans so she can hoard all of her family's inheritance for herself." "I heard the eldest son of the Sullivan family, who died, was incredibly close to her. What an idiot, letting himself be killed by the sister he doted on the most."

"But the gods measure him by how he carries his destiny." She spoke of fate often—not as myth, but as law. That the five of us had one same mate, chosen by something older than time. A woman whose soul had been woven with ours before we were even born. A companion who would carry our light and temper our shadows. And if destiny didn’t bring her to us, we were to find her. Like our fathers did. "If fate doesn’t deliver her," she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign."

Familiar in a way that hurts. “You feel it,” she continues. “The pull. The echo.” I clench my jaw. “Explain.” She steps closer. I can finally see her clearly now. Not her face. Her presence. It mirrors mine in a way that makes my skin crawl. “We were born under the same moon,” she says. “Cut from the same line. Fed from the same power.” My heart pounds. “No.” “Yes,” she answers softly. “Sisters.” The bond between me and Kieran jolts hard.

Mothers and daughters were supposed to have the most intimate bond, but for me, just seeing a call from her made me sick. My phone rang three times before I finally took the call. "Are you dead?" Mom screeched at me. "Why the heck did you take so long to answer the phone? You're bloody useless, you know that? Why are you always unreachable when something happens, huh? You might as well be dead for all I care!" That was precisely what she thought of me. I was so useless that I might as well be dead. Thus, when my younger sister, Amy Lockwood, had kidney problems, she insisted that I donate my kidney to Amy.

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i