Novel & Cerita Soul Sisters Book

"Blessed be your breasts, which produce sacred milk." Father Joseph's oiled fingers touched her pussy, sliding between her folds. "Blessed be your womb, seat of pleasure and service." Father Chen touched the oil to her ass. "Blessed be every opening, every entrance, every way we claim you." Finally, Father Henry touched oil to her heart. "Blessed be your willing spirit, which makes all of this sacred rather than sinful. You are our holy offering, Sister Veronica. And tonight, we consecrate that truth."

Then the tribe follows— and I see it on their faces: the fear, the awe, the respect. Our honor returns to our shoulders like moonlight drawn home. The night still hums with the echo of our tears. Eight of nine sisters beneath the moon — no longer rivals, no longer strangers. The bond that the moon watched shatter now glows whole again. And in that light, I see them — my tribe, my blood beyond blood — watching, waiting, judging, hoping. This is no longer just about me. It never was. The moon healed my body, but the sisters mended my soul.

she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign." "Women today aren’t like you, Mother," Alexei replied with sincerity. "No one matches your strength." "Then wait," she said, smiling faintly. "But don’t wait forever or I will have to help you all." We didn’t believe in any of it. Not truly. We were monsters in disguise—beasts in men’s flesh, living among mortals while hiding what we are. No god would grant us the miracle of love. Our nights were filled with nameless women. No promises. No tenderness.

She pulled me out of the ICU, almost threatening me, when the food was not even here. "Really?" I protested, and Mom nodded. "Yeah, because while you were wallowing in there. Your sisters went to the archives because they are trying to help. Instead of working on their mate bonds, or doing whatever they were supposed to be doing... all five of them went to the archives for answers." Mom said, and I looked at my sisters, "Five?" I lifted my eyebrows, and Mom nodded. "Yeah, Elisa is mated to the three Alphas..." Mom said casually, and I almost choked in shock. Elisa? My sweet, shy sister? Wow, the Moon Goddess does have a sense of humor.

Sofia - Alpha Darvin's youngest sister / 17 years old / picked up by Beta Dominic one full moon night on the freeway because she wanted to run away / unmated Anya* - Gamma Sebastian’s younger sister / almost hit by Caleb on his way out of Riley’s packhouse grounds / will turn 18 in a couple of days / unmated (A BETA’s HEART) Bella and Ellie - Alpha Riley's half-sister through his mother Zahra / TWINS - 19 years old / unmated Alexa - rogue female captured by Alpha Aeon Please take note that those names with an asterisk (*) appeared in the novel A BETA'S HEART (a short novel attached to the book IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA). But they will soon appear in this book. I will try to put more details ab

” Phidel with the spirit of Phidelia groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Were you even listening to me at all?” He scoffed, slightly shaking his head as he settled back in his seat. At that instant, Phidelia’s spirit left her sister's body– making her conscious of herself once again. She noticed the party was over with Rowan questioning her as he returned to his seat. Phidel deftly glanced at her sister with a quizzical look and she in turn shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on her face. “I’m sorry..” Phidelia grumbled and Phidel spontaneously sighed– rolling her eyes in the process as she settled back in her seat; giving Rowan a sheepish smile as she glared at her sister.

They moved in slow, synchronized patterns, their heads tilted slightly upward as though listening to something only they could hear. “Lost souls?” one reaper asked, voice trembling. “No,” Veyra said softly. “Not lost. Bound.” The figures began to hum. The sound built slowly, harmonizing in layers, until the tunnel vibrated with it. The Hollow Choir. Every reaper in the Citadel knew the legend — that the first souls who defied Death were not erased, but bound beneath the Vein, their voices woven into its foundation as a warning. But the legend had always been just that — a myth.

“Then listen to her. Don't let the Empress drown her out. You don't have to be the martyr for the North, Elara. We have an army. We have Lucien’s fire. We can find another way to kill the Sisters.” “There is no other way,” I whispered, looking toward the grey mist where Selene’s ghost had beckoned. “The Sisters are the ‘Unwanted’ parts of our souls. They are the shadows Silas created when he tried to prune the bloodline. You can't kill a shadow with a sword, Kaelen. You can only reabsorb it. Or let it consume you.”

Through creative endeavors, she expressed her unique gifts and tapped into a limitless well of inspiration. In this chapter, Rita also recognized the importance of sisterhood and the power of women coming together to support and uplift one another. She formed deep connections with like-minded women, creating a sacred circle of shared wisdom, love, and empowerment. Through this sisterhood, she experienced the transformative power of collective feminine energy, amplifying the impact of their individual journeys.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sᴏᴜʟ"ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ