Sister Battle Novels & Stories

She would fight until the last possible moment, but deep down, she knew that the real battle was not just outside these walls—it was within them. She was fighting for her sister, for the truth, and for everything the Empire had stolen. No matter the cost. Eva tightened her grip on her blade and prepared for what was coming. The real war had just begun.

The feud and betrayal of his sister Jennaly. During the first werewolf war between the North and Southern Packs, Edmond went to the front line with other seers on behalf of Whiteland and wore his seers silver armor. He drove the white cart of his father, the leader of seers, and fought his enemies with his might. When he pursued his opponents in the battle, they fled from fear of his power, and he ran over them with his horses. But they have been defeated by the feral wolves. Too many of them, with the help of his sister, won the battle. It was a betrayal of his family. His sister chose the side of the Wetland Pack. His sister, Jennaly, was also a powerful warrior.

I hear the door close shut and I bring myself to break down completely and cry on the couch, knowing that I have once again lost a battle to my sister, just as always from the very beginning. In every battle against my sister, the outcome was always the same. My sister alway wins, and I always lose.

Another walked on two feet, it’s fingers sharp like knives, it’s teeth pointed and clear like glass. The sister’s released a battle cry that shattered the somber silence of the tiny, deserted village, and together, moving as one, they charged. Orion and I stood there and watched—watched a battle we knew in our hearts was doomed. The sisters started off strong, slashing and hacking their way through the horrible creatures, but the tide was quickly turning. Solana was growing tired, succumbing to her fear. It made her movements desperate and sloppy. A cry tore itself from my chest, “BEHIND YOU!”

Thomas shielded Cat from the blast. The battle raged through the courtyard of the castle, blasts of magic from Aryk and the old crone taking down part of the walls. We chased it through the now empty courtyard, the crone throwing bolts of magic at everything it could see. It was outnumbered, and wounded, and you could see that it knew that. There was panic in its attacks, and we were angry and ready to avenge our friend. I could hear Abby’s screams over the sounds of the battle. The pain in those screams was unbearable. It hurt me, but it also fueled me to continue fighting. This thing had taken everything from my sister – from my family.

The sisters said proudly, “Even if we die, we’ll die in battle against you. We won’t run away in fear.” Gale was touched by their battle spirit. He felt that he was obligated to give his all in battles against opponents that were worthy of his respect. “Since you’re not afraid of death, let’s fight.” Gale leaped up into the air and landed in front of the sisters. The sisters instantly surrounded him. Baby Robbie entered the circle and started fighting Gale alone. Both of them attacked each other harshly and rapidly. Baby Robbie fought Gale with his self-designed fist techniques. Coupled with the military intelligence division’s harsh spirit, his attacks fluctuated between being brutal, gentl

She wasn’t just a warrior she was a force of nature. The battlefield was a blur of claws, fangs, and blood. But as Elizabeth fought, a scent hit her nose, familiar yet twisted. Selene. She turned just in time to see her sister standing at the edge of the fight, a cruel smile on her face. “Miss me, little sister?” Selene taunted, drawing a silver blade from her belt. “I told you, you don’t deserve to be special.” Elizabeth growled. “Then come prove it.” Selene lunged, and their battle began.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”