Sister's Fate Novels & Stories

Nora whined, “Come on Evie, don’t ruin it! Cassie, tell her how amazing it’s going to be!” I wanted to help my lovelorn sister, but all I could do was shrug. “I’m honestly not that fussed about it, sis. Whatever is going to happen tonight is out of my control. I’m not actively searching for anything, I just hope that everything goes well and that no one dies because of anyone’s power-crazed madness.” “You’ve both gone bananas.” Nora said with a heavy eye roll. “No one is going to die tonight, why are you so morose? Not everything ends in a war.”

Until the autopsy results came out, no one knew what to make of this mess. “Alpha Cillian, please beckon on the goddess to spare our lives. This is such a terrible fate!” The second woman cried. She looked weak and horrific, and her bones were visible through the black spots. She appeared to be drying up from whatever skin condition it was. “The woman they just carried out was my sister. Her husband and children are gone, and so are mine. Please help us, Alpha Cillian. Do something before everyone…” She didn’t finish her sentence before collapsing on the ground. The suited men had returned. They examined her body and let out the sad news.

It was my wife, Sharon Williams, who'd been dead for over twenty years. And finally, I understood everything. I knew why they'd been destroying me all this time. The Truth: Sharon and Susan were biological sisters. Abandoned by their parents, they grew up in a welfare home. Then, Susan was adopted by a wealthy Islelandic family and taken overseas. The sisters lost touch. Years later, Susan came back to find her sister and reunite. But when she tracked Sharon down, she discovered she was already dead. After investigating, Susan learned that Sharon hadn't died of illness, as I had claimed.

"We didn't have an event in a long time. Most of these rooms are empty. I was thinking we should repurpose them, this entire wing probably." "Repurpose them for what?" "Er... I will think and let you know." "I haven't seen that girl around lately. Is she dead?" "Which girl?" "The redhead's sister." "Which redhead?" "The one who escaped but hasn't died yet. Does that ring a bell?" "Not dead? Are you sure?" "I am very sure. Now, what happened to her sister? Did you let her escape?" "Pater, I have no idea who her sister is." "Let me refresh your memory. She killed two of the men from the Luceres just a couple of days ago."

“Not even Valentine.” “Too late, I’m already offended,” he grumbles, then downs two more glasses while pretending to be hurt. Angelique, Amerie, Lucienne, and Myrcella - my beautiful sisters all dead before they found their Fated. I sit and silently seethe while sipping on the liquid; the anger hitting me harder knowing the people who were responsible for it are still alive and continue to kill. We never found Angelique’s body. She’s the only one missing from the tomb, but I know she’s gone because our Blue Thread is severed.

"I just love how you're purposefully leaving out the most important red flag of all." We looked at Rocio, waiting for her to tell us what it was. She seemed annoyed that we didn't know already. "Sajida's sister is - was - Rashida. Lisa, I'm sure you're well familiar with Rashida." Rashida. The witch from the Jubilee. The one the Coterie killed when they burned the juke joint down. I wondered if Sajida even knew that her sister's death was the Coterie's fault. "I doubt Sajida even knows her sister is dead; she's been isolated from the world for decades."

Unfortunately, she does manage to do some damage, but I don’t let it deter me. As I fight my sisters, I try to reason with them but soon realize that, unlike me, my sisters do not have a tether to this world. I have my sister and Lucifer. My sisters do not know their mates well enough to feel affection, and there’s no one they care about here who can pull them back from the ledge─not even me. War flies behind me and grips me by the neck as Death plunges her sword forward. I kick out her wrist and disarm her elbow Death in the stomach and kick out at Pestilence when she comes near.

"What I gathered was that they were three, but one lost her life mysteriously." "My sister came into your room and died. We thought you killed her with your manhood but then you said you didn't touch her. It's not nice to lie." The two young women who didn't smel like their physical appearance cried in their heart without showing it outside. Then they looked at one another and started. Chatting with mind-link. Right there and then, I knew there could never be a mistake with what my mind and senses are telling me right now. But then again, the other girl they talked about that died, could that one be Cassey? If so, did she really die under Prince Whadh? If she did die that way, and then it tu

She held the honorary title of ‘Envoy Una’ in Nonagon. What happened to Fennel’s sister back then was caused by a directive issued by Envoy Una. She claimed that Fennel’s sister was the nemesis of the disciples and a blood sin. Hence, she issued an order to trap her with a group of fellow explorers in the unexplored dark area behind the door. This led to Fennel’s sister ending up as the sacrificial lamb and dying on the battlefield! Chandler flicked a glance at her as a trace of ruthlessness flowed in his eyes. He motioned to Chief Montgomery to enter all the monitoring data into the computer.

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."