Sisters Of Dark Novels & Stories

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

I started, my voice loud enough for everyone pause and look at me confused. Before I could utter another word, Calanthe beat me to it. “My sister, Naidira and I would like to inform everyone of something important.” Alpha Orion looked confused. Just like everyone else. “What's going on?” I raised a brow, chest heaving silently. What did she want to say? Her fingers dropped to her stomach and her next words were soft. “I'm with child for the Alpha.” My blood ran dry as gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"I have to live with this. I'm the sister who slept with her brother-in-law. Who is alive and pregnant with her dead sister's baby. If people find out the whole truth—" "There's nothing sordid about what happened to you," I cut her off. "You were manipulated. Used." "I still agreed to it." "Under false pretenses and emotional blackmail." She pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself. "I can't do this right now. I can't have this fight when I'm naked in your bed after you just—" She stopped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "After I just made love to you?" I finished softly. "We had sex," she corrected. "Let's not romanticize what this was."

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

My eyes move back and forth between the two sisters. The woman in the middle, Clotho, is the tallest of the three sisters, and her complexion is the lightest with her hair being blonde in coloring. The woman to her left has flawless caramel skin with straight hair like an Egyptian wig. The last sister, the one that is obsessed with Lucifer, is seated on the right of Clotho, and she is just stunning. Skin tone the color of deep espresso with dark curls to match, her high cheekbones and petitie frame makes her stand out amongst the three.

“You’re not going anywhere. You are just as much a part of this as any of us. Who is this Dark Sister person? Tell me, I will have them killed, too. Troy and Parker are idiots; they will literally do anything for a title, just like Aiden. Honestly, it is incredible that men rule the world, and a pretty face so easily manipulates them.” I watch as my aunt pauses her steps. Her hand is still resting on the doorknob to leave. She turned back to look at me, and her expression stirred a sense of unease in me. “Dark Sister is a demon of Vengeance. Once she is unleashed, she doesn’t rest until she has claimed all those who have wronged the person seeking vengeance. Frankie must have unlocked her fr

The Goddess returned to the stream with a knowing smile while waiting for me to process her words. “How can I accept him if I am dead? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” “You accepted my sister in your death?” “That also confuses me.” I had to take advantage of this opportunity. “Who or what is Dark Sister?” [REMINDER THAT THIS IS COPYRIGHTED PROPERTY OF T.MURPHY/2025. IF FOUND UNDER ANY OTHER NAME THEN: TMURPHY202, PLEASE REPORT IT AS STOLEN]