Sister Fate Novels & Stories

Born of the Mother Creator, one daughter had earned the mother’s favour while the other evoked her wrath. The good daughter was given the mandate to protect humans at night, becoming the Moon Goddess. The bad daughter was banished to the underworld to rule over forsaken souls. Angry, she had made vampires to prey on the humans her sister and mother loved so much. Any soul she could bring to her side was a huge victory against them. Soon after, her sister made werewolves to counter her dark creatures. She would have gladly matched her sister vampire for werewolf. But as it happened, their mother had bestowed upon her sister the power over life, while she had been denied.

“He was downright abusive, to say the least. If it weren’t for my mother…” “You have to have a heart for these things. He didn’t, Seth.” “You must feel hurt… being rejected.” Seth’s voice softened. He was using his gift now. “Yes,” Destiny admitted. “To rule this Realm, you must have a heart for the Fates. None of my twelve other offspring had the quality needed. So I started the council. Combined, they had the tools to lead. No one Fate is greater than another. We are One.” She looked off into the distance, choosing her words.

I sat there an hour after the vote was done and all the elders had left, Beta Justin stood next to me in silence this entire time but then spoke, “they’re right you know, she would have been put to death if it wasn’t for Shawn and him being your son.” I stood up and glared at him, “she was your fucking sister, and you stand there and side with that witch.” He shakes his head, “that witch as you call her, was your fated mate, who my own sister tried to kill not once but three times now,” he shakes his head, “I loved Sybil, but I can’t even condone what she did or tried to do.” He looks at me with pity in his eyes, “Sadie was a good girl, simple and timid, you loved her Alpha Michael, I know

I whispered, finishing his sentence as tears welled up in my eyes. Xavier nodded, his expression pained. “No, she didn’t. The rogues were eventually defeated, and we won the war, but the cost was too great. My father was devastated, and our entire pack mourned her loss. She was more than a Luna—she was our backbone, our strength.” I wiped at my eyes, overwhelmed by the story. “And your sister?” He let out a long, shaky breath, his gaze distant as if reliving the past. “We searched everywhere for her. My father sent warriors far and wide, questioning every pack and rogue they encountered. Eventually, we found the maid—the one my mother entrusted my sister to.”

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.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

Alexander stated as he hold back his tears. She frowned, “What are you even talking about? That girl will never be Veronica. She’s way too young to be your sister who was adopted in 1959.” “But she looked exactly like her.” Alexander protested in a controlled voice. “Dad, please. Break free from the past. You can never take it back.” Jenalyn’s tone became soft as a tear started forming in her eyes, “Wherever Aunt Veronica might be now, I’m sure she’s in good hands.”

"Dad, Mom, I'm the youngest in the family. I shouldn't only think about my own comfort and abandon you when the company is at its hardest." That familiar voice yanked me out of the terrifying darkness. I opened my eyes to a scene I knew all too well. My sister, Mona Ramsey, was clutching our father's sleeve, crying as she spoke. My parents' faces were filled with hesitation and pain. I had been reborn. And Mona had made a different choice than in my last life.

My Mumma sank on the sofa sobbing while Daddy tried to console her. Mom sighed. "Now are you satisfied?" Zaheer looked at her. "Are you happy Mom?" He didn't say it angrily and neither rudely. "What do you mean happy? I'm upset because I won't be getting to hold my grandchildren before I die. How can you say that I'm happy?!" She said angrily. "Sultana ji, please don't be angry with our Sania. It isn't her fault. It was all fated for her." Mumma said.

At the end of it all, I'll decide whether I think they are evil or guilty. “Firstly, I have a question for you T,” I say, stepping closer to his cell. He stands swiftly, walking over to stand by his cell bars, like Cal. “Ask away.” “Your brother is Fate,” I say flatly. “That would have been nice to know before your trial.” T sighs deeply. “You never explicitly asked about my siblings, if I remember correctly. It's not my fault Fate took an interest in a lonely orphan like me. We aren't real brothers, Faye. He's messing with you. He's Fate.”