Sweet Soul Sister The Cult Novels & Stories

his sister had sneered, her cruel laugh echoing off the concrete walls before they turned on their heels and left me alone. I sank down onto the freezing floor of the corridor, my back pressing against the cold steel of the locked door keeping me from my little brother. As the chill of the floor seeped through the fabric of my dress, the dim, windowless hallway began to change. The clean smell of the Vance estate faded, replaced by the suffocating scent of damp stone, old dust, and cheap laundry soap. My mind completely detached from the present. The walls of the manor dissolved, and the darkness dragged me all the way back to the beginning.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

I went down to get some water and something to eat since I missed dinner. After two glasses of water, my head was clear. While waiting for my food, I decided to email my therapist to book me an emergency session. I couldn't wait another week to talk to her. I haven't fully opened up to her nor have I listened to her. But there's a comfort that comes with her talking to me and trying to get me to talk. At the expense of my account balance of course, Nia didn't come cheap. After I sent the email, I was checking my inbox and then I saw it. Another terminated deal. They cut ties at the worst possible moment and they left no room for negotiation. This was the one deal that was supposed to keep us

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.

She leaned down and kissed Emma deeply, letting the freshman taste her own mixed fluids on that demonic tongue. “Welcome to the sisterhood, my little cum-slut,” the Queen whispered against her lips. “Your cunt, your ass, your mouth… every hole belongs to me now. And every full moon, we will gather again to breed you on this altar until your belly swells with infernal seed.” Emma could only whimper, body still twitching, holes gaping and leaking glowing hell-cum and her own mess. The sorority sisters stroked their slick strap-ons, smiling down at their newest, thoroughly broken member.

Lucian is determined to keep me safe, but I want to find out who was blackmailing my sister and who killed her. "You're not one of them, are you?" Carol inquired once again, her face eager. "Of course not." I'm not from around here, and—" "I've witnessed things that no one should ever see. Things that are out of the ordinary." Oh, Carol, please don't say it. Carol returned her gaze to the door before turning to face Ravena. "They're members of some cult." When the moon emerges, they strip naked, wrap themselves in animal skins, and go through the woods wailing."

Sasha, drawn by the allure of this elitist lifestyle, had willingly surrendered themselves to its alluring grasp. From the moment Sasha took their first steps into the enigmatic folds of The Violet Moon, they became enmeshed in a tapestry of secrecy and ambition. The rituals and gatherings, cloaked in the deep shades of mystique, revealed a world unseen by ordinary eyes. Beneath the shroud of darkness, the cult conducted their affairs, fostering a nexus of connections that spanned generations.

the woman announced, her voice ringing out in the silence, "this is Selena, the one we have been waiting for." The girls murmured amongst themselves, their gazes locked on me. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a specimen under a microscope. But as I looked closer, I realized that there was something different about these women. They had an aura of power around them, a strength that seemed to emanate from within. "Selena," the woman continued, "these are your sisters in the Sisterhood of the Moon. Like you, they possess ancient powers that have been passed down through generations." I stared at them, trying to wrap my mind around this new information. "You mean... they're like me? They ha

“He didn’t take her, Damien. You need to calm down with your accusations.” Alaric stepped up, his phone in hand, the screen glowing as he tapped fast. “Her cell’s still on, and I just tracked it. The signal’s weak, but it’s pinging from the Black Hills, under that crescent peak, the one Elara mentioned. It’s the Cult territory.” My stomach dropped, the air thinning as I processed it, the pieces snapping together. “Selene Cult,” I said, my voice rough, glancing at Aaron. “They’ve got her, they want her to wake the Moon Goddess.”

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.