Seventh Sister Novels & Stories

Tabitha said in a small voice. "I saw what you did back there. You saved him but allowed him get away without paying the price. Why?" Lord Krishna asked in an echoing voice. "I was... confused my Lord. He called me... Elizabeth?" "And you believed that! That was only a plot to get away!" Lord Krishna thundered. "He sounded like he knew me! Does he?" Tabitha pressed on. "Does it make any sense? You were given birth to here together with your eleven sisters who are all out on missions as well. Go back and fullfil yours, Tabitha."

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

Anila says walking towards one of the doors that line the circular room. “Wait,” I yell out for her. Suddenly there is a knot forming in the back of my throat. “Who are the Seven?” “The seven witches that make up the council of the Sisters of Wisdom,” Anila responds opening the door in front of her. “Who are the Sisters of Wisdom?” I yell out for her again. “We are the Air coven, of course,” Anila shakes her head in frustration before walking through the door and slamming it behind her.

I try not to stare at her ass as she goes but like I said I tried it didn't work. "Brother", Malik slaps my chest. He whistles to himself. "Ayyy, she's thick, Fam. Would you hit that?" I push him. "Her name is Chidimma. Guyy be respectful". I say rolling my eyes at him. "I'm sorry ". I nod. " You should be telling her that. where have you been?"

The sharp-witted Jenson learned about the different character traits of each challenger as Baby Robbie spoke. "Fifth Sister has a shrewish personality, and only she is bold enough to torture criminals during interrogations. As for Sixth Sister… I’m not very close to her, but every time I’m in danger, she will mysteriously appear before my eyes. She often gives me constant reminders. Ninth Sister will tell me everything…” "Oh, then there’s Lil Thirteen. She’s beautiful and has the best combat ability of them all. But like you, she has autism." Baby Robbie talked non-stop about the gorgeous challengers in the military intelligence division.

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.

I wore a custom couture gown in snow white, the hem scattered with fine starlight crystals, my face cool and striking, my carriage straight and easy. The old softness and forbearance gone, I carried a cool, highborn poise now, every movement the composure of Miss Ava at her highest. Evan took my hand and led me to the center of the hall, and said, low, to every powerful person there, "This is my sister. Ava. The brightest treasure the Ellison family has. And the designer you all know as Zola, that's another name of hers." The moment the words left his mouth, the whole room erupted in shock.

I pointed at this tiny intersection point in Sector Eight that looked totally worthless. "Let Cain win the primary area. Let him drive the price up as high as he wants until he's drunk on beating Vorreth. But here's the thing. The land in Sector Seven is basically poison. There's sulfur deposits underground that'll eat through anything. They're hiding that detail from everyone." I looked up, meeting his gray eyes head on. Leaned into it.

Seraphina went rigid. That voice. That scent-call. She would know it anywhere. Without another word, she thrust a crumpled parchment into my hands—her Imperial summons, The seal was broken, and her selection letter lay within. “The Empire sent this to me at dawn,” she whispered, smile sharp as winter thorns. “Remember correctly: mine is blank. The chosen one is you. Go. Be the Seventh ghost in his castle. As a witch, you know: once a Mate Bond seals, it can't be undone.”

"You all don't know this, but for seven years, she's clung to Dante as a maid, constantly trying to seduce him, delusional enough to think she could become the Donna!" "Being an orphan is one thing, but to have such a vicious heart, stealing and seducing. Shameless." The murmurs rose and fell as guests looked at me with increasing scorn. The live stream chat was flooded with insults. These people wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and tear me apart. Dante stood to the side, his brow furrowed tighter, inexplicably irritated. He looked at my pale but defiant face and felt his throat tighten with an unwanted flicker of sympathy.