Supernatural God Sister Novels & Stories

Alexan gritt his teeth because that sounded about right. Klaus got himself comfortable before continuing. "Sasha was killed and replaced by The Goddess of replacement. Everyone may not know but that's my sister. She's a true temple Goddess and I'm a magical courts God. We are half siblings but she doesn't know that I'm a dark God. After I told her to go back to the temple realm, Alexan sent her back here." Klaus gritt out. This was not looking good for him.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

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?”

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

“Sorry doesn’t change anything, sorry doesn’t change the fact that I was made to leave the wolf’s age alone without any strength because as an omega, I’m not even allowed to see my wolf, and till now I can’t even shift, imagine being alone in the Wolf Age, almost chased my rogues. Then I come across another pack where the alpha wants me as his Luna for whatever reason, I’ve never had a purpose on my Orion” I slumped down in front of him, and tears fell from my eyes. “ But this? These people? They’re my people, you might think the story is wack because you never heard of supernaturals but I was with my parents and I knew the kind of weird energy I drew from them, these people love me, Orion,

My parents just looked at each other. You want to know how I know? It is because the moon goddess came to me in a dream. She is the one that told me about my sister. The problem is though is that the Moon Goddess said my sister is alive. How can this be? Both my parents said. Apparently the moon goddess has been watching over me and my sister.

" My mouth gape opened at Krys's words. How could the moon goddess do that? How can she torture her own children? This explains why Kaden and Kole resents her so much. "But the exorcism never worked. Until one night, on a blood moon Kathryna filled with rage attacked the clan in wolf form killing everyone in it. Sister was a very powerful witch, she really took after mother and being the first daughter she had first and direct access to our family ancestral magic, our source of power. She was a natural at spells and connected to a strong source of magic.

P “God Bells it’s not working. Let’s kill him already! At least you won’t have to share the inheritance and from the looks of it, the bastard does not like sharing!” Laughing, she pulled my arm and made me sit. “As much as I’d love to murder my brother with you, I’m afraid we can not. Not yet.” She winked, and I got an eye roll out. Bella Smith. Brother—Satan’s Reincarnate; Aiden Smith. She is the closest thing I have to a sister. We met in college. It was like seeing a missing section of yourself. Without her, I’d think all with a last name Smith is cursed.

"I'll text you the address." "Please do, my driver will be there in a jiffy." I hung up and looked over at Daniel. He looked so angelic in his sleep, I still couldn't wrap my head around his god like beauty. I ran my fingers through his hair, children with him would be the most beautiful creatures ever Children. I remembered immediately that my sister was carrying his child and pulled my hand away from his hair like he had electrocuted me. I needed to stay focused, I groaned.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!