Sister's Fate Novels & Stories

I made all the effort I have done to find my sister only to end up knowing that she was dead. How could it end up like that? "Why me?" I wasn't satisfied yet with his explanation, what does the organization have to do with my sister? For who knows he, they may be the ones who killed her. "Your sister was one of them...she was kidnapped and died in their captivity. For decades we try to find the location and the people behind the organization but everytime we get close...something always happen and we lose connection. We believe that there's a mole in our very own organization that's why a few of us gathered and put up a black op and you are our only hope for success."

Dead. The remaining two spun, weapons raised. And at the bottom of the stairs, framed in the smoke, stood a woman I thought I’d never see again. Her eyes, the same shade as mine. Her stance, lethal and certain. “Calla,” I breathed. My sister smiled faintly, a knife dripping blood in her hand. “Miss me?” --- Just as Caelum and Saphira are about to be executed, Calla the sister Saphira thought was dead appears, slaughtering Lucien’s men and turning the balance of the fight.

**Secret P. O. V** Rage bubbled within me like a cauldron, and I clenched my hands into tight fists. I had never imagined that we would lose a battle to those murderers! It had never happened before and I had thought winning the war would be an easy peasy. The door to my room pulled open and in walked my sisters. They both looked like hell and thanks to what? The bloody battle we lost! My elder sister who had never been much in support of taking lives was now our leader. She still couldn't believe that our beloved brother was killed without committing any crime! Especially being killed by who? Werewolves!

If his sister-in-law whom he had never met was dead, Darrell would feel shaken too. When he first met his wife, she was still just an employee of Stone Group, but she had already started searching for her sister. Decades passed but she never gave up. She also let her children take over and help her continue the search. Countless years of perseverance and faith suddenly turned into nothingness. It was normal for his wife to find it difficult to accept. “My intuition tells me that Liberty and Serenity are my sister’s daughters. My sister isn’t here anymore, and her daughters are still living such a hard life... Fortunately, they’re strong like I was.”

“I can still see him rising from my father’s throne, stepping down like he owned it, his clawed hand wrapping around her hair. She screamed, reaching for me. Her tiny fingers stretched out, shaking, calling my name over and over. I had lunged forward, but I was too late. Jaguars are fast. One moment she was there, the next she was gone, my name on her lips still echoing in the room. I rushed into the night, killing every jaguar in sight in the wake of my anger, but it was all in vain. My sister was gone. We searched for days, weeks, but it was like she never existed. Her link was cut off. I did everything I could to find my sister, used every resource I could lay my hands on at the time, but

The contradiction churned in her mind like a tempest and she could not help but wonder what ulterior motives drove him and what her fate would be if she were to be taken to the castle. As pain seared through her, a groan of discomfort escaped her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face away from Reyes just as his attention shifted towards her. She had prayed feverently for Triston to find her but her hope of escaping to Elyria unscathed had been shattered by her run in with Reyes, the man who had snuffed out her sister's life and now held her own fate in his malicious hands. Her tears mingled with the rain drops on her face and she whispered a desperate plea to the darkness to t

She could define me so accurately despite just knowing me for a week. “A sister like me? Where is she now?” “She passed, a few years ago.” “That’s bad… Sorry sister Ester,” I said to her, sympathetically. I have a really mean sister who doesn't like to be seen around me, but the last thing I want is for her to die. “It's fine. It was a years ago.” “If I may ask, how did it happen?” “A fire accident, I survived but she didn't,” She raised her gown a little reveal her thighs which had fading scars of burns.

"As you said, my mother was secretive. I could never fully understand her," She nodded. "Lyla would have loved to meet you if she was alive," "Your sister is dead?" She nodded. "And your brother?" "It's unfortunate but he is alive, barely," she sighed, sinking into her chair. "My sister died during childbirth and the child never made it. Shortly after, my brother lost his wife to a rogue attack. The only thread of sanity he has left are his children and Lyla's only child in his care," so I have more cousins.

the other sister said. "We have evidence," Tabitha said, pulling out a file. "She was killed by the organization as a sacrifice to open the gate of hell." The sisters were sobbing now, and I felt a pang of sympathy for them. Losing a sibling was never easy. But something about the situation seemed off to me. "Wait a minute," I said, stepping forward. "How do we know these sisters aren't part of the organization's plan?" "What are you talking about?" Tabitha asked, narrowing her eyes.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?