Sister Battle Novels & Stories

Davian moved like a ghost, eliminating threats before they could reach us. But it wasn’t enough. Because she wasn’t fighting yet. My sister stood at the edge of the battlefield. Watching. Smiling. Waiting. Rage burned through me. “Face me!” I roared, launching toward her. This time She moved. Fast. We collided midair. Power exploded between us. Golden light against crimson shadow. The impact sent shockwaves through the forest, trees splintering, the ground cracking beneath us. She was stronger. Not just powerful Refined.

DARK SISTER POV I knew I shouldn’t be festering on it. I knew I needed to let it go and stop wallowing, but how can I? When my sisters and I died, we died together. Selene and I were cut down that day side by side, while our elder sister, the strong and brave warrior spirit of us all, rushed out ahead in an attempt to fight off the pillagers of our small village.

Right now she doesn't look like a fourteen year old girl, she loves like a refined warrior that has seen her own share of blood. The leader gasped, recognition dawning on his face. “Alphas…” But the sisters didn’t give him a chance to react. They bolted forward, and the deadly dance of combat began. I could only watch in stunned silence. The sisters moved like warriors, their blades flashing in the moonlight. They twisted, dodged, and struck with the precision of seasoned fighters, their movements fluid and mesmerizing. It was like watching a deadly ballet, each strike calculated, every move purposeful.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

I yelled, but she was gone in the blink of an eye, merging with the shadows right under my car. “Fuck!” It hadn't even been two days since I discovered he was a mate and they were already going after him? First, a Succubus, now a goddess of mischief- Great! If it boiled down to a fight, my sister had more experience than I. I'd lose right on my face and it would suck to have my pride hurt and my game taken. I couldn't do this. I'd never engage in a losing battle— the conflict tore through me and I could almost smell him again.

Once more my mate wins. Somehow my heart swelled inside, even if my sister was presently one of the fallen heroes. I couldn't believe it myself. My sister was one of the best fighters in this pack, having her share of tricks which she used to her favour and during the fight has employed all of them-however, it appeared my mate was of the mind to mesmerize everyone as she ploughed through the battlefield bringing down all her opponent not greater than five minutes, without breaking a sweat. It was as if she was born for this.

**Secret P. O. V** Rage bubbled within me like a cauldron, and I clenched my hands into tight fists. I had never imagined that we would lose a battle to those murderers! It had never happened before and I had thought winning the war would be an easy peasy. The door to my room pulled open and in walked my sisters. They both looked like hell and thanks to what? The bloody battle we lost! My elder sister who had never been much in support of taking lives was now our leader. She still couldn't believe that our beloved brother was killed without committing any crime! Especially being killed by who? Werewolves!

He looked at me calculatingly for a while before he replied, "Yes, they are." "How did you save his sister" I asked curiously. I think I saw a brief smile on his face before it disappeared quickly. "I didn't. I just spared her life. Our kingdoms were at war with each other few years ago and we won by killing most of their men." "Are you saying she went to fight in a war?" I asked, surprised. She was a woman, not only that, but a princess, and she went to fight a war?

The jock retorted. Savannah fixed her gaze back on Mia. “You’re pathetic. I bet you did it on purpose just so you could touch him.” The girl got closer, glaring at the girl dressed in black. “Dream on bitch. He’s never going to be interested in an ugly whore like you.” Without warning, she gave Mia a sharp shove, causing her to stumbble backwards. Mia scoffed and retreated. “You’re both as delusional as each other.” Savannah watched her new step-sister leave before pulling her boyfriend away. His eyes were lingering on Mia a little longer than she would have liked.

Kaiden and I stood back watching the whole ordeal unfold and Lilith bent down to touch the ground and called up more of her soldiers to help. They charged up behind our warriors and got a couple of good kills in before our warriors turned on them as well. “It’s a bloodbath.” Kaiden said. “We knew that it was going to be.” I said, very emotionless. “My sister is going to kill them all. She has powers that they don’t even understand.” Kaiden said. “This is just the warm up. The battle will begin when I get in there.” I said. “I know all of that. I know the plan. But we have to stop all of this death.”