Three Sisters Novels & Stories

Running my fingers through my hair I fix the sisters with a glare. “What about the wolf?” Well, she’s not really a wolf considering she doesn’t have a wolf. Not that that matters at this moment. I just want to get this meeting over with so I can get back to Jamari. The three sisters give me a knowing smile as if they were able to hear my thoughts. But that’s not possible, right? I pull my mind out of my thoughts so I can focus on the women in front of me. Mythology has painted the three fates as three little old hags, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. All three sisters are beautiful to look at, tall and slender. It’s

CHAPTER 3 1980, NEW ORLEANS The Three brothers were sent by their father to hunt down a powerful witch named Shamim.The witch and the family were fraud, he was considered a dangerous threat to the family. The Three brothers went for a hunt, they stayed out of the mansion for almost a month. It wasn't that easy to find shamim, she had so many places that she was found. Shamim was there only fraud. She had killed their mother and little sister, so for them hunting her to kill her wasn't a rough sin.

Brianna asked in distressed she is close to Diego, unlike Alexandra she totally trust him. "No he took the responsibility to secure our refutation." "So does it mean we are the vampire king's daughters." Brianna asked, and Mira hesitated to answer, but was saved by Alexandra's next query. "If we are triplets were is our third sister? She asked gravely. "That I don't know she was taken on the night when all of you were born." Mira hide the secret of Cassandra's whereabouts because she is unsure of what the future holds for the third child.

Yet, my tongue, again, would not obey me. “Dianna, Maya, do either of you have any instances of multiple births in your family?” Dianna had been lifting her cup to her mouth as I spoke. Her hand stopped in mid-motion, and her eyes slowly turned from the cup’s foamy contents to regard me, expression so distressed, the creases might have been born then and there. “Yes,” said Maya, with the hint of wonder in her voice. “Yes . . . we are both triplets. It’s what originally brought us together.”

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

She winks and follows her sisters. “What the fuck was that and who were they?” Mason mumbles next to me. “Ashe the first…” “I know who she is… I meant the women,” He nods at the door they passed through. “I have no idea,” I reply. I remember vaguely Lamia talking about three sisters and Kellen recalling his time in Bhakhil when he was visited by three women who bestowed gifts upon him. Could they be the same three women? “Nymphs. Daughters of Morrigan.” Mathias answers our question.

She did as her Mistress asked and answered the question. “Better than you’ve treated any one else – apart from us sisters,” Rose replied, not forgetting to be specific with her answer. Although it was but a sentence, the last part of it was specific enough. The sisters she was talking about were Daisy, Sunflower and herself. They were blood siblings! Born to the same mother and father. Though they had different demeanors and even had different hair colors, they were triplets! And Rose was the oldest. Daisy came after Rose and Sunflower was the last of the three.

"What is that?" "Remember the name of the store? Diwata's?" "Yes." "Well, that name is in honor of my three sisters and me. My hubby cat has three other brothers, and I have three other sisters. Curiously enough, his brothers married my sisters. The four brothers are very peculiar, and I guess that makes us very peculiar too. My three sisters and I are some kind of faerie. But we don't give magickal food to people, and only one of us four is mischievous and likes to tease visitors and people in general.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Dartmoor Salem gripped my shoulders and grinned, but the distance in his eyes hadn’t gone away. “I must go to them. Tomorrow. Yes.” Oblivious to my fear, he collapsed backwards onto his pillow, and fell asleep once more. I was far too nervous to do the same. I needed answers. So I returned to the library, found the book from before, and continued reading from where I’d left off: The Viscera Sisters are known for establishing trios, finding each other by scent. After a trio has been formed, they may be claimed.

Why not just take us there directly? "Good afternoon," say three voices in unison. "We hope you all had a wonderful time at home and, of course, enough rest, as we are about to start our second term." I look toward the source of the voices to be astonished by what I see. Standing in the middle of the crowd are three beautiful dark skinned women. Sisters, I presume. Triplets, to be exact. They’re so identical that only their eyes tell them apart. "Well," they continue, "we hope you’ve said your goodbyes to your family because it’s time to go."