Slay Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

Thorn yelled above the thunder rolls, "I find you guilty of five hundred years of wrongs and over a hundred stolen souls.” She tried regaining her strength, but it was fading fast... The scream that finally tore from her was not one of rage but the sound of all the souls finally finding their freedom from the evil that had bound them. We all watched as hundreds of souls rose from the evil they could not escape. With a final cry, she fell, nothing left to her but black ashes that were blown away by the storm's wind. It was over. It only took one fatal blow. Kira signaled for Sarah, as Ryker had turned to leave, the cellar doors opened, and Sarah came out, helping her.

As he traversed the forgotten paths between worlds, his thoughts turned ever toward the sisters who had cast him out. At last, the Eighth's opportunity arrived. He cornered Lyssa in the shadows of her own sanctuary. His plea twisted logic, if she would only embrace him, surely the others would follow. Her refusal ignited his rage. What followed was violation of both spirit and flesh, a desecration that left her collapsed upon cold stone. Hours later, her sisters discovered what remained of her dignity, shattered like temple offerings upon an abandoned altar. The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years.

Marin said, shaking her head. “What exactly do you want?” Lorraine asked again. “We want everything about you, including your life!” After Marin finished her sentence, the four sisters acted at the same time. In just an instant, they surrounded Lorraine, cutting off her escape route. Although they were very weak, they had combat experience. Especially the eldest sister Marin and the second sister Ursa. The two were once peak True Saints who were only one step away from being Sacred Saints. Such powerhouses would also be peak Pre-Saints even if they dropped one level.

I shrieked, my fingers digging so violently into the sides of the smartphone that the glass screen creaked beneath my grip. The conference room vanished. The twelve senior board members, the digital display walls, the trading floor—everything dissolved into a blur of static. The only thing that existed was the terrifying video stream of my little brother Williams trapped on that moving gurney, and the lethal glint of the syringe hovering over his neck. "The clock is ticking, twin," Ayra’s melodic voice purred through the speaker, competing with the distant, muffled wail of the ambulance sirens. "Fifty seconds left. Tell the kingpin to pull the capital or watch your favorite person fade away.

The more I pulled on them, the tighter they wound around them. I didn’t know what to do for the sisters. I lifted my head just in time to see how Remy was dragging Antone by his leg, away from Xalvy and Apocalypse, to a staircase in the wall. Remy and Antone disappeared into the darkness of the staircase. Xalvy was now on one knee and holding out both hands toward Apocalypse. Both women were bleeding from the mouth and ear. I mind linked Xalvy. “Stop and get the sisters out, I’ll deal with Apocalypse myself.”

Then we all left the seal, but before leaving, I saw the soul coming at us at full speed. "Fly faster!" Octavia yelled. Sky flew faster, and the soul was getting closer to us. My breath cut in my throat as it growled, moving to us at full speed and my heart was beating so fast as he was just a few inches from us. Sky growled using all his strength, and we flew out of the seal, and Octavia quickly closed it, trapping the soul inside. She made the water transparent, and we could see the angry soul and the shadow monsters that were still increasing. I breathe out, relieved. "Where are the warriors that were taking the females out?" Asher asked.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

They looked like angels carved from a dying star. "Do you see them, Zora?" Elena’s voice purred, her image appearing in the sky itself, a hundred feet tall. "Your sisters. The Apostles of the New Frequency. They don't have your 'grit'. They don't have your trauma. They are pure. They are the evolution I promised the Council." "They're slaves, Elena!" I roared, my voice amplified by the Spire’s own broadcast system. "You grew them in jars! You think they’ll follow you once they realize you’re draining the planet to keep them glowing?"

A long, exhausting day had taken its toll, and Clara drifted off to sleep almost immediately. … Back at the rented apartment, uninvited guests had arrived. "This is the place. The jewelry and clothes those women have are worth a fortune." "My sister took one of their diamond rings and sold it for millions." There were four of them, black stockings pulled over their faces. Judging by the way they spoke, the leader was the landlord's younger brother. "That's right. These are the Chamberlain sisters, the ones who crossed the Draconox Archon. We clean them out completely, and nobody's going to speak up for them."