Sisters In Rebirth Enemies In Fate Novels & Stories

“Yes. The alpha is the head of our pack, more like how a president is in your world. He is also my— father. I also have another half brother named Cid and a sister named Regina. However, they're only relatives and nothing else…. They're not my family Auriana. They never saw me as one, let alone treat me like it.” “Why?” I asked cautiously. “Because I was the alpha's mistake, his betrayal and the reason for the death of their Luna,” he explained calmly. Noticing the slight confusion in my face, he quickly explained. “The Luna is the alpha's wife and the mother to my half siblings.” He paused for a second, gathering his thoughts before he continued. “My mother worked as a maid in the Pack mans

Because now— Lily knew. Not everything. But enough. Enough to realize that Elaine was no longer predictable. And that uncertainty? It was dangerous. Elaine’s gaze hardened slightly, her voice soft but steady. “You started this long before I understood it…” A faint smile touched her lips. “But I’ll finish it before you see it coming.” Outside, the wind stirred the trees, shadows shifting like silent witnesses. And somewhere within the Carter estate— Two sisters stood on opposite sides of the same story. Only one of them would win.

No wonder Anna went to work in Mexican cartel territory this time. "Your sister met a good friend who said there was a way to make money. Who would have thought that your sister would be tricked into entering Mexican cartel territory? Deena, I admit I did you wrong, but she's your sister. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I looked at my mother with a sneer. "All these years, I always doubted whether I was your biological daughter. If I hadn't secretly done a maternity test, I wouldn't have believed that you gave birth to me, no matter what you said."

“Then listen to her. Don't let the Empress drown her out. You don't have to be the martyr for the North, Elara. We have an army. We have Lucien’s fire. We can find another way to kill the Sisters.” “There is no other way,” I whispered, looking toward the grey mist where Selene’s ghost had beckoned. “The Sisters are the ‘Unwanted’ parts of our souls. They are the shadows Silas created when he tried to prune the bloodline. You can't kill a shadow with a sword, Kaelen. You can only reabsorb it. Or let it consume you.”

She herself, however, rushed into the alley with undisguised excitement, running straight toward the direction the enemies were coming from. In that moment, I understood that Vivian had been reborn, too. Otherwise, she would never have given up her chance to survive and handed it to me. I did not hesitate for even a second. I turned and bolted toward the street, and just like in my previous life, I ran into the same unit that had once saved her. Vivian's former husband, Caporegime Marco Santoro, was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a full beard. His presence alone was oppressive. Even the men who fought alongside him did not dare stand within half a meter of him.

I looked between the two names and then at Adrian. “Why are our names on this?” He took the parchment from my father's hands. “Because this isn't a list of people connected to the Order.” “Then what is it?” “A list of people whose fates have been altered.” The words immediately reminded me of what my father had told me earlier about souls returning when their fate was disturbed. I pointed toward the parchment. “Is this connected to the keys?” Adrian's expression changed. “You know about the keys?” I realized my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth.

It wasn't until twelve years after my sister, Abigail Ritter, died that I learned the truth: the year she turned eighteen, she hadn't simply gotten married. My parents, Dennis and Rhonda Ritter, had taken an 18,000-dollar bride price and promised her, freshly accepted to college, to a twenty-nine-year-old man. On the day she ran from her wedding, she hid in a haystack outside town. And I, six-year-old Aaron Ritter, was the one who found her first. Holding up two pieces of candy, I shouted excitedly toward the house, "Mom! I found Abby!" Four months later, my sister died in her husband's family's home. Everyone said she'd just been born unlucky. Then, twelve years later, I found a lette

soul shall return to my body in its dark glory, harnessing all the dark scales of Eris. All those who have my mark will return to me as my slaves, dedicated to doing my bidding. Certainly, the remaining holders of the gems will be under my control, they shall serve me. I see two in particular, sisters, to be as strong as I am but I can handle them because they will have my mark either way. Though I doubt it as I can see one with the touch of death and the other with an untamable spirit. I am certain I can overpower them. At least, I hope I can overpower one by taking control of the other. Then I shall pay all supernatural beings for the pain inflicted on me, for all we went through. The dem

Sandra comes directly from the Celestial kingdom towards a big cave engraved at the bottom of the highest mountain towards the north. As she comes inside the caves she starts yelling “Hey you Fate sisters. Where are you hiding? You owe me an explanation. This baby is no magical.” In few moments three women dressed in white gowns appear in front of Sandra. Sandra looked at them angrily and says “You fate sisters. You told me this baby will change my destiny. It has a secret. But I cannot read this baby’s mind. Even the eyes don’t glow. You fooled me.”

I reached her hot pink-walled room and knocked, after waiting with no reply I swung the door open and walked in. My wolven eyes immediately caught on the thick parchment letter resting on my sister's pink desk. My stomach dropped as my eyes trailed across the inked out message and I screeched for Ben, hurtling down the stairs. He met me in the lounge, eyes wide. "What?" I held out the parchment and he took it, eyeing me. His eyes widened as he read the message and I stood watching him, the words burnt into my brain. 'Return the Valderian by Sunday, moonrise or the sister dies. Signed: Gracious Belinare'