Sister Of Chaos Novels & Stories

“You are my sister.” Sister?! Henry looked at his sister with wide eyes, and then at the girl wrapped in shadows, her identity didn’t come as a big surprise for him, but rather like the rational answer to all the questions, where did the girl came from, what did she want, what was she hiding, how was she so strong and capable, and why was the shadows’ lord so attached to her, she was the hybrid, the daughter of his father and Goddess Historia, but to call her sister…

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.

the oldest alpha amongst us, Calder… Alpha of the Star Dust Pack who had been watching the whole scene questioned with worry in his eyes. The sinister smirk Chaos leveled him had unwanted shivers running down my spine and by the way the rest of the alphas, betas and Lunas’ kept shifting in their seats, I was sure they were feeling it too. Well except for her brothers and Kiara who kept chuckling as if this was a comedy show. They do not understand what we are going through. “I am surprised you lot haven’t figured it out already. But if you insist, my name is Alpha Chaos of the Silver River Pack. Daughter of Alpha Celeste Chaos of the Midnight Chaos Pack” she answered coldly

"Is this necessary, Chaos? Does my son really need to be involved in the revenge you want¾that your family want?" "My sister died in front of me, Jazzie. She shot herself," he stated. "She killed herself. Your sister was the one who took her life, Chaos. Not me, not my son, neither Valjerome!" I snapped out of frustration. Chaos clenched his jaw. I also saw the instant lifting of the gun that the old Hevion was holding and pointed towards my direction again. His wife just stopped him and motioned that Chaos will already taking care of the situation.

Jax sneered, dragging the unconscious Theron away. Inside the abandoned church. Theron was bound to a stone pillar with silver chains. As he regained consciousness, he saw two familiar figures. Lilith and Jax. Lilith walked slowly toward him, the gentle look on her face gone. "Awake?" Her voice held a sick pleasure. "Lilith… why?" He stared, his voice trembling with disbelief. In that moment, his world shattered. This sister he had doted on for decades, this fragile girl he thought he had to protect, was showing him this monstrous face.

He looks at the number and then at me strangely. "Did you ask for this room?" Chaos asks me. I shake my head. "No, my sister got it for us. We thought it would be best to go under the radar under someone else's name," I answer. That was not the only reason my sister got the room for us. For one, my sister is a witch. I didn't tell Fallon that Libby is a witch. I figured that is something that could be discussed later. After everything that Fallon has been through do I really want to drop on her that my sister is a witch?

“In the end, it seems his pride hurt a lot more than losing the bride at the altar.” “You know, I would’ve loved having you as a sister-in-law,” Bianca admitted, her smile shining through her voice. “But honestly? I cheered when that ‘chaos lord’ crashed the wedding. Because, Vittoria, you would’ve never had a drop of happiness with my brother.” “Can’t argue with that,” Vittoria agreed, her voice soft. “I spent too long trying to believe I could play that role. But deep down, I’d already failed, because my heart always knew who it truly belonged to.”

“And since you felt the need to share your unwanted opinion on my mating life, maybe I should return the favor.” I cross my arms, stepping even closer. “My sister, Jasmine. You’re treating her properly, right? Being the mate she deserves?” He stiffens. “Of course, Alpha. With everything I have. Did she say something to you?” I ignore the desperation in his voice. “You know I’ll kill anyone who lays a hand on her. Rip them apart. Burn the pieces. She’s not just my sister—she’s my twin. The only soul that’s been with me since birth. And your head, Khaos?” I tilt my head, smiling coldly. “Your head is no exception.”

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.