Sister Battle Novels & Stories

She said. "Maybe, after the battle with your sister, you can finally mark him. Since the vision showed he died on a battlefield, I'm guessing it's the battle between your sister and you, so how about marking him after that?" Avery suggested hopefully. Audrey thought about it for a while and nodded her head. Avery was right. The only thing that seemed like an impending danger was the battle her sister was planning. Maybe after that, there wouldn't be any troubles for them again, all their enemies would have been defeated by then too, and then there would be no use for all these Karma and Nature's revenge.

My sister being kidnapped by a lunatic wasn’t nothing. “Don’t look at me like that, Queen. I am sure of what I am saying. You should be worried for that fucker because when I say he got the wrong person, I mean it in every term.” I couldn’t understand him. “What do you mean?” I let out harshly. “Our sister is a fighter. We grew up with the best vampire warriors. They taught us how to fight and defend ourselves. She might not look like it but Helaine is strong that’s why I know that she will be okay. That bastard on the other hand might not be okay.”

"Leave him alone and we wouldn't have to spill blood" "That will would lean you against the Morvacain". "And it's an unfair battle. You'll need at least four of you", she said. She was quick to move, stopping her sister from putting a tree branch through Harvey's chest. "Anekha. Patience ". Her sister hissed furiously, her body showing no signs of tiredness of injuries from her skirmish with him. He decided to explore the Snake Women next. If he did survive. "Let's go", she told Anekha.

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

Having enough of her sister, she abruptly came to a halt; making the latter come to a stop as well. “Can you quit this already?” Phidel gushes, irritated by Phidelia’s persistent talk on not fighting violence with violence. “Do you even know what you are saying?” she went on, her full gaze now on her sister– if people were passing at that moment, they might think was going nuts but she didn't give a sh*t. She had had it to the neck and wouldn't oblige by anyone telling her what to do especially not when she knew what Tina was up to. “...this was exactly how you were and now look at you? Do you think I’m happy seeing you like this?" anger seared through her as a shred of tear escaped her eye.

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

In one motion, he snatched my sister up and slung her over his shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. “N-no! Where are you taking my sister?” I scrambled, arms wrapping tight around his leg, desperate to stop him from taking a step. However, his other boot swung out, connecting hard with my ribs, and suddenly I was on the ground again, choking on air, pain spreading sharp and hot across my chest. “Rosentine!” my sister shouted, voice cracked as she fought against the bad guy, twisting and reaching, but there was nothing I could do except curl in on myself, my hand stretching out helplessly after she was taken away.

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

She took the lead, tactically landing them with heavy blows, while I, on the other hand, assisted clumsily in fear and determination. The betas are fierce, they're killer machines, but Rose is a fierce beast on her own, just like them, or even worse. The battle was intense, and we were on the fucking winning side, and it seemed as if we might get away. Once again, I felt the sisterly bond again, even though it was in an extreme situation. It was good to fight beside her. However, my mind troubles me for dragging her into my shit again. But she is not even planning to back down.