Sisters Of Dark Novels & Stories

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

Sandra charged towards her that instance, Lexi closed her eyes. To Lexi, it felt like she closed her eyes for a long time, but when she opened them, Sandra was on the ground, and next to her was Margie who was also writhing in pain. The sisters looked at Lexi in shock, silence walked in their midst. Lexi turned to Gina who was also looking at her in amazement. "Is it over?" Lexi asked Gina. Gina slowly nodded. "You're one of the Shadow Sisters. You can name the man that is yours, and yours alone, and none of the sisters would dare go for him."

I couldn't move anymore; she excitedly stood up and hugged me. "I freaking missed you, my dearest cousin!" I closed my eyes as her scent lingered in my nostrils—sweet and delectable. Fuck! I immediately opened my eyes, which widened in response to what I had just thought. As I looked down at my cousin's neck. It was very exposed. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I can see right through it. I can see her veins. I can see her blood. I can see the placements. I felt dizzy again and held her back, knowing that it was the only way I could retain my sanity. I pushed myself to calm down by closing my eyes again and taking a very deep breath.

“This is the heart of our coven. History, spell, rituals. Everything thing you need to know us in here” I brushed my fingers against the shelves. “Now, I must warn you to be careful” I turned to her. “Why?” “You're the new high priestess. It means you are now a target for people who want to steal your powers. People like the Dark Sisters” “The what now?” “A coven of witches known as the Dark Sisters. They don't play by the rules and specialize in black magic. They are dangerous and cunning. Usually, they work for people who pay them enough to hurt others. They are a menace, to say the least”

she said meaningfully and waved goodbye and left me. I just shrugged it off and went straight to my room. I was used to Sofia being cryptic at times. When I entered the room, I opened a drawer and took out a piece of paper, a bunch of paper charms and attached it to that dresser. “ Mayari Hill.” A pentagram appeared then the mirror showed my sister. She was in some kind of a forest, her hair was tied in a bun. “Mayari,” I said. She turned in my direction and automatically

The air left the room. "Hello, little bird," my mother whispered, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "Mama’s home." The Dark sisters were witches of power but they only had power through siphoning from others mainly from their own blood. My mother wasn't here for any reunions. She was here to turn me into her vessel once more.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

How it felt to be left in the dark cold hands of death. “Hey,” Phidelia nudged her sister noticing the look of foreboding plastered on her face.“What are you thinking of?” She asked as her sister's gaze met hers. The latter noticing the excitement on her sister's face decided to keep her in the dark for now until it’s certain– to allow her at least enjoy this moment and not corrupt it with her plans which will literally remind her of her current state. “It’s probably good to save it for later.” Her mind told her.

Curiosity overtakes her, and she breaks the seal on the scroll, unfolding it on her desk to read the intricate handwriting. It came to pass that the former witch Grace drew on her magic, sealing her and the dark witch in purgatory. The sisters will spend years bound, one delving into the darkness, the other embracing and drawing strength from it. There will be a great rising among the daemons and dark gods, strengthening the dark witch further and bringing darkness to Danyrus. A seed that was planted will strengthen, separating brothers, friends, and family. It must come to pass that the hybrid of wolf and witch magic be ready for the final battle with the dark witch. Her magic and self must

She was staying behind to face the four sisters with ancient spite, armed with nothing but her wits and a dead man’s name. As I sprinted down the entrance toward the door, the colors of the library began to blur in my peripheral vision. The four sisters, Sophia in red, Ennoia in blue, Episteme in green, and Arete in creeping purple, dissolved into a blur of chaotic light as I slammed the door shut behind me.