Sisters Of Dark Novels & Stories

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

— I ask softly, and when Arina doesn't react, I insist: — Real mothers. My sister understands instantly. I can see her holding her breath. — No… That… it can't be… We are daughters of the Goddess… I turn the book over so she can see it herself, then I go to another one. Saren. Gabriel. Darba. Ruena. Tyldi. I think this session is recent. Down must be me and my Sisters. The oldest ones must be on top. Without thinking I start looking for the book with my name on it.

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.

It is hard for her to accept that she will have to postpone all the exciting plans she had in mind for him. “Do we have a deal?” Shiri demanded to know, that lovely grin now gone from her face. “First tell us who you are, we want to know who our enemies are.” Xanna looked at the intruders one by one, wanting to memorize their faces. “It doesn't really matter, but if you insist,” the second woman now sneered. “We are the sisters of Alpha Dimitri from Crescent Moon.” Her voice oozes confidence as she introduces herself and her sibling.

"And why did you connect to shadow magic that matches our demon summoner's signature?" "Because the summoner is my sister." The room goes silent. "Your sister," Hope repeats flatly. "Half-sister, technically. Same father, different mothers. Her name is Valeria Blackwood. She's nineteen years old, completely insane, and has been planning this genocide for five years." "Blackwood? As in Elder Blackwood?"

Iris and Norlina both had blood red hair and the eyes to match, and their skin is flawless. They were all powerful and we could all feel it. “Kree’s daughters,” Nixon noted. The three sisters nodded. They’re from a coven of sixteen sisters, much like the Coven of the Witches of Darkness, the witches of the Dark Lord. They’re from the Coven of the Witches of Light, the witches of the Great Witch. “Our mother has sent us here to help you because a great crime has been committed against us too and we would love to help you avenge it,” Rezona spoke up.

It hummed with a faint, sickening energy that set my teeth on edge. Memories hit me like a physical blow. Centuries ago, a cult called the Shadow Sisters plagued the northern mountains. They were witches. They traded their Lycan souls for dark, unnatural magic. They used artifacts just like this one to corrupt minds and drain life forces. I personally led the army that slaughtered them. We burned their hidden temples to the ground. “She must be studying ancient history,” Silas chuckled, tossing the pendant back into the box. “Crazy woman likes collecting weird trinkets. You know how she gets when she reads those old war journals.”

The Beginning replied: Not anymore. The eye opened wider. Then I will choose one. Darkness shot toward Lyra. I moved immediately. But Lyra stepped in front of me. Mama, let me. No. She looked at me. I spent my whole life running from darkness. Then she looked at her sister. Now I know I don't have to. Our daughter stepped beside her. You're not alone. The two sisters joined hands. Their powers exploded. Golden light. Silver energy. Black darkness.

“Get some sleep, my love. You need it.” My eyelids are feeling heavy again. Closing them, I focus on the way Lucas’s body feels against mine. I don’t fall asleep quickly this time, having a hard time ignoring all the noise inside my brain. If I’m not Scott’s sister…if I’m not my father’s daughter…that could explain why they hate me so much. I’m a witch, and no one in the Martin family has powers. But then again…how the hell did I get there? * “I don’t get it,” I tell my familiars, looking out the kitchen window. “Why won’t this one block out the sun?”

[I've been reborn? Hahaha! This time, Kayla's stroke of fortune will be mine!] Gleeful cackles seemed to ring in my ears. I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back at the familiar orphanage. Clarissa Smith, my sister who'd stabbed me to death in my previous life, was eyeing me with a sly grin. [This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger.]