The Lost Sisters Novels & Stories

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.

A sisterhood so tight that we were the envy of Crystal High. But friendships crack. And when they do, the cracks widen. No matter how hard you try to seal them. A murder. A secret. One night. Four girls. What could have been the end of the sisterhood. The end of Me. Mira. Sandra. And… Linda.

So this is it? The bulky woman was powerful, and she didn’t listen to Elena’s pleading. Elena kept calling her parents, and her sister, but the door opened and Elena was thrown out. She landed on the pavement and grazed her knees and palms. Her throat was choked due to tears and her vision blurry, but she stood up and ran to the door. She kept banging but no one opened it for her. She sat down on the stairs and cried her heart out. When she could cry no more, she looked up and found neighbors peeking through their windows. She had become a laughing stock.

“Look at her, Brayden, she’s dying. She needs you. She needs us.” “No!” I asserted again. “Your mother never carried twins! The lady on this bed may seem like your sister, but we both know she isn't. Why is that so hard for you to believe? Why are you letting yourself get fooled by one of your father's secret schemes again? Accept her, Brayden, or we lose our mate forever,” My wolf growled, and the glances the doctors exchanged, signaling that they thought she was gone, made reality dawn on me that this was going to be the last chance to save her, whether she was truly my sister or not. And my wolf yelled, “Do it NOW!”

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

She studied my defiance for a moment, then sat down herself, folding her hands in her lap. "You survived Saint Agnes," she said. "Yes." "You were not supposed to. The thresher was designed to catch girls like you and break them down into something... useful. Or discard them." "I've heard the 'Subject' speech before, Elena. Get to the point." She leaned back, the shadows dancing in the hollows of her cheeks. "There were twenty-three candidates in your intake cycle. Do you remember them? The girls who slept in the bunks next to you?"

You were one of eight too, you know. “I know, Mama,” and at that moment I do know not only about her clutch but about her. She is my mother. But how do I know her face, a face almost identical to my own, if I had never met her before? “I’m so sorry…the Imperium they…They all died. Oh, Mama,…” I cry remembering my dead siblings. "I'm the last one. I crawled out over their bodies and..." “They aren’t all dead, Stella,” she informs me. “You need to find your sisters, Cosima, Vega, and Lyra. They are lost and wandering the world, much like you were. Our family is strong but they need your strength now more than ever.”

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

Surprisingly, the herb was completely tasteless, but it still smelt so fucking bad. As soon as I finished gulping everything down, I squeezed the bottle and threw it out of the window. I pulled the gear again and zoomed down the road at full speed. According to the bounty hunter I met yesterday, I needed to see the Petrova sisters if I was ever going to get my hands on the Moon Tracker. They were three sisters that were sent out of their covens after being caught practicing forbidden magic. They got their powers unnaturally. It was a long time ago, but I had been to them before and they lived in a small house filled with several confusing passages and corridors that all lead to each other.

Hoping to find her later on to have her open up even if she detests him. ******** 20mins had already passed since Phidel left her friends– followed by her twin but by one way or the other, literally unknown to Phidelia; she suddenly lost track of the former. Which on it's own, was really bad as she couldn’t tell what was on her sister’s mind.