Slay Soul Sisters Novels & Stories

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

When I finally reached Danny and stood protectively by his side, staring at all of them defiantly, one of the brothers exclaimed with surprise, "Wow, so fast! Who is this?" He looked me up and down with interest. "This must be the wife, right?" another one said, grinning nastily. "The one who got our sister Maia arrested?" "Yes, she fits the description we were given," another brother confirmed, nodding. "Weird hair, attitude problem, thinks she's tough." He smiled cruelly. "Well, it's actually a good thing you two are here together then. How convenient. You can both go straight to hell together. Save us the trouble of hunting you down separately."

The invisible force strikes her squarely in the chest. She gasps. Her body lifts off the ground before crashing backward several feet away. A loud cry escapes her. For one victorious second, I think I've done it. But a blinding pain explodes inside my own chest. "Ah!" My knees buckle. It feels as though someone struck me with my own attack. I collapse onto the ground, clutching my ribs. "What..." My breathing becomes uneven. "What is happening...?" Amara laughs softly. "I forgot to mention that." She kneels beside me. "We're soul sisters." She lightly taps my forehead. "Our souls are intertwined. If you hurt one of us, you experience that pain as well."

"Runaways. Girls-and I do mean girls, not women-who came stateside on the promise of a dream. Most of them wouldn't have chosen that for themselves." The images flooded my mind, terrifying and vivid. I could almost see my sisters in those predicaments, desperate and fighting to survive. How long before one of them broke and lashed out? Sloan might keep her head down until it crushed her spirit. Keira... I shuddered to think of the fire inside her being snuffed out. And Sophia... Setting my beer down, I swallowed hard. Sophia wouldn't hesitate to use a broken bottle on someone if it came to it. "What are you saying?" I asked, trying to untangle the mess in my mind.

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

[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.]

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

The sisters of darkness made sure they tortured them with several weapons they had and the heroes couldn't stop groaning with blood all over their bodies which made the sisters of darkness laugh at them the most. "You all look feeble, useless bunch of losers. I'm gonna kill you all slowly and your death will serve as sacrifice and food to our souls" their leader said, coming out from her chamber. In her hand was her staff which glows every single second. "Yeah we know, you've said that countless times. Are you sure you once passed through grade one" Dave said laughing at their leader's words, as weak as he was and she never hesitates to give him a thunderous slap which made blood streams out

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.”

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”