Soul Sisters Book Novels & Stories

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

The darkness within the bowl began to churn, transforming into a glowing mist that rose toward the ceiling. Slowly, the mist joined together. Two elderly women appeared within the cloud—not physically, but mentally, their spirits anchoring to the ritual from opposite corners of the wolf kingdom. We were the Three Blind Sisters, Seers who had once bound our souls together before the kingdom had torn our circle apart. One of them let out a soft, crackling laugh that sounded like dry autumn leaves. “You've finally remembered we're still alive, Lira,” Nira murmured, her spirit shifting within the mist.

My bones ached, stiff from the long hours and the strain of watching events move faster than they should have. The books from the Sisterhood archives waited where I had left them, spread across the oak table. Their pages were worn thin. The ink had faded, but the meaning had not. I reached for the first volume. Its leather binding had once shone silver-white. Time had dulled it to gray. The title was written in an older tongue, one few could still read. In simpler words, it was called The First Awakening. I opened it with care. My fingers moved along familiar lines. I had memorized these words long ago, but memory alone could not guide us now.

Her gaze flickered around the room before she raised a hand and pointed at me. "Mom, the teacher must have misunderstood. I was saying my sister should transfer, not me. "There are so many failing students in Class Thirteen, and since my sister has always been kind and helpful, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to lend them a hand." In our past life, Stacy had fallen for Nicholas Scott at first sight. Barely two months into the school year, she cried and begged to transfer into his class—Class Thirteen, the lowest-ranked class in the entire grade.

"That book is the diary of Celene... the Moon Goddess' first daughter." I jumped, letting the book fall from my hands. Tony rushed over to me and held me close to his body. Heather slowly walked up to the table, sliding the book closer to me. "Let me tell you of a story." I frowned at her. Why was this necessary. "What story?" I asked. She smiled, looking from me to the book. "The story of Cimone... Celene's sister."

Iris says, “Agreed! To the she-wolves?” I laugh and say, “Genevieve isn’t a wolf. How about to the sisterhood?” Charlotte says, “That sounds boring! To the… I’m at a loss.” We all laugh, and she says in a playful defensive tone, “I’m trying!” Genevieve says, “I’ve got a suggestion. How about ‘Soul Sisters’?” I nod, “I like it.” Charlotte and Iris say, “Me too.” I chuckle and say, “Well to the Soul Sisters!”

"We were six. We cut our thumbs with a kitchen knife and promised to be sisters forever." "Not sisters. We were very specific about that. Sisters was too ordinary. We wanted something stronger. Bonded by Blood soul sisters, we called it. Soul sisters. Because we'd both lost someone—you your mother’s sense of safety, me my father and we knew we'd have to fight to keep anyone else. We swore we'd train together, protect each other, and never lie to each other." Elena squeezed Hanna's fingers. The grass tickled her ankles. Somewhere inside her, the baby rolled a slow, deliberate pressure that reminded her she wasn't alone anymore. She'd never been alone. "I remember."

My sisters sweet southern voice enters my ears. “Sure, but I locked the door and I’m not getting out of the bathtub.” I state firmly wincing at how rude I sounded. “Little sister we’re witches .. picking a lock is like childs play.” She says as she enters the bathroom rolling her eyes. I giggle at her statement feeling the bubbles of the champagne slightly easing my nerves, “you have so much to teach me big sis,” I say jokingly. We both laugh until she notices the champagne bottle and her eyes grow cold with fury.

I had exchanged a few text messages and phone calls with the both of them but that count as nothing. Besides, I had a boyfriend. A soulmate who completely understood me, sometimes. Why am I thinking about twins who are clearly crushing on my sister? Though they were very subtle about it, I noticed the way they were staring at Lily. I was almost jealous. Precious arrived wearing a short dress with thin straps and a sun hat. She waved at the salesgirl who has nothing better to do than stand at the counter and watch us, then dropped on the seat beside me and grabbed the doughnut from the tray.

Sophia lead the way, her dark eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. “Release them,” I snarled, drawing my blade. The hellfire from my sword flickered, I felt my very energy suppressed by the oppressive atmosphere of the library. Sophia let out a musical laugh that made the hair on my neck stand. “Your little insults won’t work here, honey. We aren’t demons. We are the eternal sisters. And your brothers? They simply lost to our challenge. They couldn’t choose you over the safety of their home. They fell victim to their own flawed characters”.