Quotes For Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

She was silent, and he went on, speaking half to himself. “There was that guy in the trenches. Trofim . . . an older guy, an intellectual. They were coming for him, but he was lucky—led an attack, got a bullet in the head. Clean death. He was telling me that words cast shadows and these shadows get together and weave a world for themselves and live in it, not knowing that they are shadows of our thoughts, feelings, loves, and hates. He also said that a shadow is the body of a soul. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives the reflection of his life, and dies the reflection of his death . . . ” “What are you talking about?” Svetlana whispered.

A breathing tube stuck out of her mouth, breathing for her and I sit next to her bed. "I'm here Jen, Claire and the babies are okay. Our sisters are with her while I'm here with you," I choke in a trembling whisper. "I know you're in a lot of pain and you feel like giving up, but I beg you to fight through this. We need you, more than you could ever know."

She shouted "shit, its burned out" "What?? Your heart or my love? " Rakesh said so. "It's fish frying pan!" while tapping on her forehead. "If we could not quench our hunger, both of our love and hearts will burn out" she said sarcastically. "It's Good, at least we would be called mates in hunger times" Rakesh started packing his violin in black case the way any mother was treated, her child carefully with love. Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy.

Her voice cracked the sky. She turned and attacked the Aurorae sisters. Her punches formed sonic rings of grey energy. They barely dodged. The Kirin shrieked. Pamela pulled back. Luna rolled to her feet, bruised, shaken. “She’s going feral,” Lazarus warned. “She’ll burn herself out.” But then— A shift. A fragile thread—memories of mud and laughter. Peirce, smiling in the mud. “Lotus. See? They bloom, even in this.”

She hinted. “You don't have to do anything Phidel.” Phidelia chipped in, trying to change her sister's mind on what she had come to do. “ I don't want you wasting your future for this.” She added, drawing closer to her sister as she sniffed back her tears. “You should leave your own life to the fullest without any guilt. I hold no grudges against you nor Mum and Dad. All I want now is for you guys to be happy.” She affirmed, staring expectantly at Phidel.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Always" They had whispered. It was a mantra that they had mastered over the tears, now, those words meant a lot more than some mantra, it symbolized a friendship and an unbreakable bond between two sisters who had no blood relationship between them. END OF FLASH BACK “We used to think that our bond was unbreakable, that we would either live together or die together, but I am a coward and death was the better person, it stole you from underneath my grasp and there was nothing I could do. FLASHBACK “I also lost my parents, you were there too right? we watched them get murdered, we watched them get torn apart, limh by limbi watched my mother get beheaded in front of me, do you know that feels?

“It is special. You’re turning twenty-three, and there is a possibility that you meet your mate today, and that’s why-” “You invited the bachelors from our allied packs. I know it already, Dad. But what if I’m not ready? Or what if none of them is my mate?” It was already rare to find mates at this time. Our population is staggering, and I’m unsure if the Goddess fancied me enough to give me a mate. I hope she doesn’t, because I’m personally not a fan. “Then you are not. I’m not forcing you on anything, Victoria. But being able to sense our mates is a gift from the Goddess herself. It’s meant to be celebrated.”

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

"You are a collection of advanced algorithms that managed to form a temporary localized mass due to a server-side power surge. You aren't real. You don't have a birth certificate. You don't have a soul. You are a proprietary software asset belonging to Vane-Global, and I am going to delete you from this network if it’s the last thing I do." "I don't need a birth certificate to kill you," I said, my voice matching hers note for note, a terrifying acoustic mirror that filled the room. I took a step forward, my bare feet leaving a smear of silver-violet grease on the white carpet. "And as for the soul... I have forty-one of them in my blood. How many do you have, sister?"