Black Swan Mom Novels & Stories

I must believe him and throw away any fantasy that he cares for me. At some point, I turn on my phone briefly to text dad. Typing the texts makes me recall what he said to me this morning. After hitting send, I launch the internet to do a little search on the Moonbird Pack. The one good thing I learn about my mom's birth pack is that the only white wolf the region has ever seen in hundreds of years came from there. Of course, she corrupted her powers and purpose, using it for evil sorcery and unlawful conquests.

“But my beast cannot stand it at all! Mommy is such a wonderful person, and those bad wolves bullied her like that! Before, when her body was all alone in the woods, she had no male to defend her skin, but now she has our three wolves, and we cannot let her frame be mistreated by anyone ever again!” “We have to endure this sun, for Mommy’s own sake,” I tell my brothers, my voice dead serious. “Our claws can take our grand revenge even after our boots leave Myhill CrestHALL for good. Right now, the absolute main priority is Gali Blackmoor! Mommy came back to this territory just to divorce his name, and our minds need to help her get that ink done first!”

"No, he said again. I sweep with mamma. Awwwwn that's okay baby. You will be sleeping with me then we can paint your room later okay?. Our food arrived and we dug in. Next we went to the phone store. Damien and Lisa both got the latest iphone 13 pro max, two sketching notepad, ipads etc.

I step into the large palace-like sitting room, where my mom is currently seated on a sofa with her legs crossed. The expression on her face tells me that I do not need to be about the bush. I just have to come clean. I'm going to state my excuse or else my stay in this apartment will not be peaceful. "Serena Blackthorn, come right now and stand in front of your mother and give me a valuable reason why I shouldn't ground you for the next year for this rebellious act you've just committed." Her voice booms and reverberates clearly and sharply in the frightening, commanding tone over the large sitting room, and it makes me gulp.

My dad is behind her along with Sabrina’s parents. It was my mom's wolf that took me by surprise. I had never seen her shift before, though I have seen her merge with her wolf in human form to scold me about some things. Her wolf's fur was white. Pure white. Wolves of that color were said to have been royal. What the fuck is happening? Is she the wolf these rouges are looking for? Why do I have a feeling there is something she is keeping from me? These questions are left in my head as I grab Sabrina and we move behind my parents. Sabrina's dad had shifted, and she ran to him, getting on his back.

A forbidden existence. “Who was the mother?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Who was the she-wolf involved?” Alec dropped the final file. The name on the tab read: SARAH BLACKMORE. Blackmore. The name hit me like a physical blow. The Blackmores ran the London werewolf territories. They were royalty in our world—ruthless, ancient, and pure-blooded.

I stare at it, lean back and pull my chin in tight to follow it until I can’t strain any further to see. I have very little memory of my mother in her true form, but I know this is from her. She was a white and my father a silver yet it’s rare to combine both in such a way. Most wolves are brown or grey … white is a mutation that’s almost unheard of and my mother used to try and hide herself because it brought only stares.

"Once Dominic hands me the pup, I'll chase her out of the pack and turn her into a rogue!" My mother, Sierra Black, said in a nauseatingly sweet voice, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Did we not succeed in snatching the position of Jason's mate for you?" My father, Ollie Morris, was puffing away at a cigar. He added in a stern voice, "The moment we get the pup, Aurora will be of no use to us anymore. Just find a random excuse or say that she went crazy after the labor and have her banished to the far north."

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

Somewhere in the shadows, the blinds trembled as if holding back the city’s chaos—as if the room itself was waiting, patient and watchful, for him to speak. Declan Patridge stood far away in front of his unlit fireplace with his back to Andrew, his hand buried deeply in his pockets, sleeves rolled past his elbow—the epitome of a man winding down after another busy day, but still, Andrew gulped—the sound loud enough to grab Declan's full attention. “What brings you back here?” His somber voice landed like a blade in the haunting echoes of the office. The strains of Swan Lake bled softly through the office, all strings and sorrow, echoing against the tall windows like a memory that refused to