Sagittarius Sister Sign Novels & Stories

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

The yearning in her eyes was palpable. “Beta Devin, meet Luna Verona of the Blood Canyon pack, and Kayla’s long lost sister.” Damien said awkwardly. “MINE!!” Devin roared and tried to rush towards Verona again. Damien stepped in the middle trying to hold him back. My mated sister is soulmates with Beta Devin. This is not good! Of all the ways for the moon goddess to fuck with us! Damien did his best to hold him back, and in the end had to give him a Alpha command to stay away.

they both chorused. “I'll stick to Aella for now, Antares.” I corrected him. “Noted,” he nodded. “So what now?” I ask them. “You've caught him up to speed right?” Antares confirmed referring to Eros. “Yes.” I nodded, “he also corrected a mistake as well. Ursa is the living sister not Vega.” “What?” He furrowed his brow, confused. I proceeded to explain all that Eros had previously told me, he listened quietly, nodding but coming to the same conclusion as Ava, “it all makes sense now” he said.

Azrael inclined his head, and I wondered if he could somehow understand him. “We all know how it’s possible, Solana. The time has finally come. We’re going to break the curses and find your sister.” Her sister? The moon goddess and the sun goddess are related? Orion snarled menacingly, revealing just a glimpse of the beast that prowled beneath his otherworldly exterior. The hairs along my arms raised at the sheer hostility in his cold, detached voice. “Enough. We have no clue what is going to happen, Azrael. For all we know, she could easily die like the rest of them.”

I instead messaged my sister Sage asking her to meet me at the shopping district. With my typical warrior gaurd in tow curtsey of my Gamma daughters rank, I spotted Sage wander towards me sipping an ice coffee. Sage was a witch wolf hybrid she had long blonde hair was short in stature but not quite as tiny as me, she had a quirky sense of style and today she wore black ripped jeans and a strippy black and white long sleeve cropped top with her mild riff on show. Her belly button and nose were pierced, and she had multiple earrings and studs in each ear. Sage's mother had been my father's first mate Sasha, and whilst we were all treated as complete equals in my dad's eyes, Sage definitely got

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Even if my sister is a bad person, the person who died was our uncle and he deserved to die for everything he did to us. It’s sad that Sage couldn’t realize this but decided to abandon the only sister she has in the world just to pursue her ambitions of being a Luna. Now that I’m thinking about it, Lucas is not all that for me to think he’s worthy of being my mate. My sister just doesn’t realize this yet and I don’t think she’ll ever learn since her hatred for me is always burning. “We are going with her and you dare to stop us for this? I’m going to—” I didn’t let Xeros finish before cutting him off.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

I say nothing as I don’t want my sister to suspect a thing. Before I could reply to her annoying taunts she slaps me across my face. “Why did you do that?” I hiss. “Because it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” she replies right before she spits at my feet. Goddess, I can’t believe this is my sister. All of this is rooted in jealousy. The Moon Goddess blessed me with magic and I became the original witch, when my sister was born, her hair came out black. The literal color of her soul.

She should have thought of it immediately. Noticing her protégé’s embarrassment and feeling bad about her burst of temper, Freya apologized. “I’m not accustomed to working with other witches. Add that to the short fuse I’m still learning to keep under control and there you have it.” When Davina smiled her acceptance of Freya’s apology, the witch from dystopian times continued. “You and I are more alike than you realize. I too had a twin sister, born under the same circumstances.”