Star Wars The 7th Sister Novels & Stories

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

A woman near the first woman said. The seven of them were known as the Seven Sisters of Estein. Nobody knows their real names, they always operate in the dark. "Sasha won't be able to, if she was wise she would have allowed the Ginnak to settle down a little." The first sister, Ammie said. The seven sisters were known for their different specialties. "We need the Ginnak in its final stage, we've waited a long time for this." Mia, the sixth sister said. "Natasha," Silvia, the second sister, called. "Don't tell me you're feeling pity for her, she might be your daughter, but she's our weapon."

"Extraction denied. You have thirty-six hours to complete mission or face retirement." "I can't complete it. They know what I am. They..." "Then I suggest you find a way. Because retirement is permanent, Seven. And your sister pays the price if you fail." The line cut dead. Anya stood frozen. Her sister. They'd never mentioned a sister before. She activated her diagnostic, pulled up her full file. Scrolled through pages of information she'd never bothered to read. There. Buried in her background data. Subject A-7 (Anya). Sibling: Subject I-11 (Irina).

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

"What is Cara doing he-" She never got to finish her statement as all of a sudden, a shorter ebony skinned lady walked towards my sister, pulled her cheeks closer and gave her a befitting kiss on the lips, sucking every breath from my sister.

That smile was kind of off putting considering we’re at war, and her crazy ass sister is trying to take us all out. “I know Phoenix. I know what you’re thinking and you’re absolutely correct. You have to let him go and let these chips fall where they may……And yes my psycho sister is grasping at straws, fortunately for us, steel is stronger than straw.” I wanted to inquire deeper, but my body decided it needed rest, and I was going to give it what it wants. I threw my hand up.

And just as I was finishing, the air shifted. Even after all the days we had spent away, my spirit could sense my step sister’s foul mood from doors away. Selene stepped in like she owned the world. Maybe because she did. She was the Luna queen of Stormrider after all. I watched her lean against my door frame, blue eyes scanning me. My sister never failed to hide her disdain. She was one of the few people I could trust to say the truth. “You couldn’t stay dead, could you?” Her tone was flat. She would have preferred me dead, and she was very expressive about it.

It was black and gold, and it was firing weapons that looked like stars. A voice boomed across the entire planet, a voice I had never heard before. "The Rebels of the 12th Sector have arrived. Stand down, Star-Eaters, or be deleted." A beam of black light hit my wing, and I began to fall. As the world spun, I saw a woman standing on the hull of the black ship. She looked exactly like me, but she was older, and she was wearing a crown made of teeth. "Hello, daughter," she said into my mind. "I've been waiting for you to start the real war."

Serena's mind was a whirlwind of emotions spinning around in a frenetic storm that threatened to pull her apart from the inside out. Her sister Sirona, the other half of her soul whom she had mourned and suffered for year after torturous year, had been alive all along? She turned to Seven with desperation written in hard lines over her tear-stained cheeks as she struggled to keep her tears at bay. "Get me out of here," she rasped out. "Please...I can't...I can't be near him right now."

"Who were those people?" She let out a long sigh. "That was Beta Travis and his sister Barbara," she replied softly. "A Beta is second in command. He assists Alpha Maverick, in leading the pack," she explained. "Oh... Who’s Barbara? Besides her being the Beta's sister?" Stella hesitated, and from the expression on her face I could tell she was trying to find a way to put her words. "She's... well, she's the Alpha's... lover," she admitted at last.