Sister Maiden Monster Novels & Stories

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

Oh dear child you do have a sister, but your parents thought that she died while giving birth to the both of you. No, how can this be I thought that I was the only one she gave birth to. No, my child your twin sister is alive. How do you know this? I know this because I have watched over her and you. The witch Sylvia is the one who had given your sister to someone else. But she is not really a witch and all will be revealed when the danger is over. What danger are you talking about? What do you mean she isn't really a witch? I ask the Moon Goddess. All will be revealed very soon my dear child.

I heard that name before, but I can recollect where and when. “I don’t know sister, I wasn't sure this is for me. “ The woman called Armie has a saddening face. The woman tagged as sister places his forefinger in Armie’s mouth, quickly making her shut up. “You can't call me sister; the ancient beings might hear you, Armie, address me in the right way.” Armie lowers her head and nods. “Yes, Blood Moon Goddess.” It is my turn to cover my mouth in disbelief.

I shaking hand holds on to my cloth, I know it Sloane , I only pay her hand in comfort and look at the two remaining sisters. "M... M.... Monster!"

“What’s going on here?” Astrid’s hand was on the hilt of her dagger. Brinsle released my hand then. She threw her head back and laughed. “Go on, Eden, tell them,” she chuckled. “Tell them what you just saw through my memory pendant.” “What is she talking about?” Beta Brighton asked. His eyes were wary. I shook my head. I didn’t know what to do. This was Beta Brighton’s sister. He didn’t know she was a monster, did he? Surely not. She had killed her very own baby. There was no way he knew that. He thought she was just an ordinary witch.

This woman, this fae, was dangerous. And she was called Mathilda, which means she wasn't the keeper, but probably works for the keeper. "Not probably, Sherneil. I do work for the keeper. She is my elder sister, after all," she said softly, still standing where she was. "Certainly not the keeper. But possibly stronger than her. Trust me," she said again, this time, in my mind. Damn! She can hear my thoughts! "I can do so much more, wolf." Behind her appeared five Sisters of the Keep. The large ones. The ones that had chased us just before Lisa had found us. The ones scared of the rain.

Shooting me a jealous look, she said, "No, that's not it! Yelena is definitely not a good person. She must've tricked you somehow. I'm your online girlfriend, not her!" "Whether you are or not doesn't matter anymore. Either way, the person I like is your sister," Xander retorted, his gaze frosty. Tears slipped from Marissa's eyes, though they were born of sheer fury. She let out a crazed scream, but in the next second, Dad gave her a good, hard smack across the cheek.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

He stared at me, his eyes wide and vacant. "The maid you rejected and tormented for eighteen years is my long-lost sister, Xian'na," I said, hitting each name like a hammer blow. "She is the sister of Alpha James of the Purple Moon, Alpha Samuel of the Black Moon, and Alpha Isaac—the true Isaac—who stands beside me. The wolf-less maid is our blood, our prophecy." Jerick’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. The terror in his eyes was real now, erasing all traces of his smug pride.

"My personal life isn't your concern." "It is if you've decided to put the pack in jeopardy by maltreating the vessel the blessed moon goddess gifted to us," he says, and anger sparks in my blood. The bitch must have done something, undoubtedly. I shoot to my feet, irritated. "That bitch tried to kill me. She is Vanya's sister, you hear me?" I growl, and surprise crosses his features. Eve grins. The nerve of that— "She tried? But you are immortal, aren't you? Besides, she does have every right to hunt you. Treat her well, Kaziel. She is to become the pack's Luna—"