Black Family Reunion Salamander Novels & Stories

" In my past life, my family was destroyed while Uncle Jackson's family earned the admiration of others through their pretentious devotion. Now that I was reborn, I refused to be anyone's pawn.

By tradition, as long as I, the White Wolf, remained a member of the pack, my bloodline power would protect the clan through the totem, even if I wasn't physically present at the altar. "Great Moon Goddess, witness our union and grant us prosperity!" Alexander and Lucas, looking high-spirited and proud, held Sarah's hands. Sarah was practically vibrating with triumph, casting arrogant glances at the Elders below. Together, they dripped their blood onto the wolf-head totem of the pack. Sarah looked shy and demure, already fantasizing about the glory that was about to be hers. However, in the very next second— Crack. The totem, which should have erupted with blinding silver light, let out a cr

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

"Well, I guess you've seen the Black Hind before. And word travels..." The man gazed at him in a mix of amusement and pity. "The legend affects us too. It is our children who the beast demands. And the one who takes their lives was known here before that." Lloyd nodded as he finished the scraps. "Thanks. I...I'm not that, you know? I feel guilty swatting flies." The reply startled him. "You would not have been here if you had been the same." "What...?"

I hung up the call and opened the family group chat. It had already exploded—hundreds of unread messages flashing nonstop. Stanley: [Amelia, you animal! Get your ass out here! Give the gold back to us!] Daisy: [My money! My life's savings! Amelia, you'll die a horrible death! I knew it—you're a walking curse, destined to doom this whole family!] Denise: [Amelia, I'm begging you, please let us in, okay? I don't want to die… it's so hot out here… @Amelia]

He was wrong. We were coming home early. And we were bringing the past with us—every burnt photograph, every buried scream, every drop of blood the world had tried to forget. Let him try to auction a nightmare once we opened the cellar door in broad daylight.

She couldn't let that happen, so she thought of another thing to do, to get his attention back to her, but he was trying to get Blair to look at him. The sorcerer was brought forward to remind the people about Blackmoon pack, their fiercest enemy. After getting to the front role with so much difficulty, Sodom finally started. "The black moon pack was once part of Demini. They are known as our fiery enemy, but that was just because we are related to them by blood. The black moon is headed by Alpha Barthur, and he is the twin brother of your father.

The city spread out before them, a tapestry of rooftops, spires, and distant mountains. After taking in the views, they decided to explore the park's famous salamander, known as "El Drac." Camille giggled as she posed beside the brightly colored creature, and Devon snapped photos, capturing her infectious laughter. Annabelle smiled, feeling grateful for this special time with her family.

Gildeon figured he was referring to the beasts his father, Haemos, and Markaus had slain in the memories he’d glimpsed. Another salamander turned toward the Creator. He was middle-aged, broad through the shoulders, with a fresh crisscross scar slashed across one cheek—an ugly wound, likely left by something with venom in its claws, the kind salamander blood struggled to mend. “Do you believe we are ready, Creator?” he asked. A faint smile touched her mouth. “I am certain you shall know when you are.” The salamanders roared at that and went back to drinking, singing, and swaying around the fire with their arms slung over one another’s shoulders.

The blue moon was less than seventy-two hours away. Many of the allied shifters from Black Diamond agreed to fight with us to not only get our mate back but defeat an enemy that seeks to destroy us all. We were bringing War, to War, and taking our mate back in the process. We could only hope she knew what she was doing. A phone call came through from an old business partner of mine, Roland Black, Alpha of the Black Alder packhouse in South Carolina, to discuss the plan. He, too, had heard of the coming war, and his forces were three times the size of ours, which would be a huge help. His wife, Elena, was a friend to my mother as well. They offered us some of their warriors as they had issues