Soul Sisters Book Novels & Stories

✨✨✨Fated Mates: The Primords Pack Series Book 1- Alpha Blake Book 2- Beta Tyler Book 3- Alpha Kaiden (coming soon)✨✨✨ 🐺❤️🐺❤️🐺❤️🐺❤️🐺❤️ Selene "Selene.....Selene, where are you?" The sound of my mother's voice brings me out of my trance. My mind had traveled away, back to my thirteenth birthday. Back to the day when our first shifting ceremony had taken place.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Sophia looked into the camera with glassy, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We’re not people anymore… we’re just holes for you to use.” Aurora, voice shattered and small, added breathlessly: “Please… don’t ever let us be clean again…” The stream ended with catastrophic numbers. Later that night, the two sisters lay tangled together in bed, bodies still reeking of sex and piss, holes still leaking. Aurora pressed her face into Sophia’s neck and whispered, “I don’t want to be saved.” Sophia kissed the top of her head, holding her closer. “Neither do I.” The Kane sisters had fully embraced the abyss. And the world’s hunger showed no signs of ending.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Dartmoor Salem gripped my shoulders and grinned, but the distance in his eyes hadn’t gone away. “I must go to them. Tomorrow. Yes.” Oblivious to my fear, he collapsed backwards onto his pillow, and fell asleep once more. I was far too nervous to do the same. I needed answers. So I returned to the library, found the book from before, and continued reading from where I’d left off: The Viscera Sisters are known for establishing trios, finding each other by scent. After a trio has been formed, they may be claimed.

Unity, she realized, could emerge even from the most disparate souls. In the final battle, a melding of contrasts unraveled, a fusion of privilege and perseverance, of entitlement and respect. As the darkness threatened to extinguish all light, the sisters stood side by side. The privileged sister recognized the folly of her ways, the shallow victories of dominance. And the wild sister, she understood the strength in unity, the balance that only opposites could bring. Together, they summoned the power of their twin spirits, their souls entwining like the moon and stars above. Their harmony resonated, shattering the darkness and illuminating the truth that had always existed—the truth that un

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 . . .

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

Using the mortar and pestle, she crushed the minerals and combined then leisurely as she uttered a thousand year old prayer for the soul. As Accashia breathed in the air, she could feel Jill’s spirit circling around her. It was a warm feeling. It felt like her sister was hugging her, whispering her farewell while begging for forgiveness. And if Accashia tried to imagine it, she could feel Jill’s soft fingertips against her cheeks, wiping the tears from her eyes away. If she listened intently, solemnly, wholeheartedly — she could hear her voice. She could imagine Jill’s smile and how her sister managed to break free from the evil that latched onto her soul.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri