Sister Maiden Monster Novels & Stories

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

We walked up to the crowd and they dispersed upon seeing us. There sat a maid who was quivering in fear. She held her hands to her body as tears trailed down her eyes. "What's going on?" I asked. The maid looked up to me and held my robe. "The monster killed my sister," she cried out "What monster?" I asked. "A monster," she replied, somewhat lost. I bent down to meet her gaze and gently rubbed her hair "Tell me. How does this monster look," I asked "It has wings and is scary. It looked like a beast," she wept.

Dominick scoffed and grabbed her neck, but he didn’t grip on it. “Your sister, huh? That bitch drugged me. And guess what? She escaped.” “Dominick!” Ciel growled and removed his hand from his mate as he reached her neck to make sure that she was not hurt.“She had nothing to do with this.” He hugged her. “Monique, right?” Dominick snorted. “The first daughter who reincarnated in a hybrid monster’s body.” “That’s enough,” Ciel shouted. “I know you are mad.”

it was something I should pay close attention to, I did not doubt that she would try to seduce me again, perhaps not in such a direct way, but in subtle ways, she knew very well how to do that. Amber was like a snake, she would circle you and seduce you with her deep green, mysterious eyes and then pounce on you, I couldn't let that happen, I had to keep my head and my heart in order. I smiled at the thought that after so many years I had finally managed to leave her in the position I wanted, soon she would see and know where she was, my revenge was just beginning, satisfied with everything that had happened that day I continued working, I still had a few things to finish, but I already felt

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Wait a minute, is that Suzaine’s body? “I think so,” Mammon suddenly segued amidst my thoughts. “She’s a daughter of a saint after all and I think she is already at her saint stage,” he added. I just secretly nodded at him. “That was impossible! How did she break through my cursed envy magic?” Leviathan blurted out of extreme confusion and surprise. But to no avail, no one answered him.