Black Swan Mom Novels & Stories

“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.

As Qri took a few steps, she suddenly called out. Emma saw it; there was a dead white swan in the bushes. White swans in the Blue Moon Pack were considered auspicious and extremely rare. The Seldom family's residence didn't have any, but one had suddenly appeared here and was now dead. On Emma's face, a cold smile appeared as she buried the white swan in a bottomless pit. Everything was done. Qri was blown by the wind and felt cold all over. "Miss, what should we do now?"

At the bottom was my mother's elegant signature, next to the embossed crest of the Blackwood Pack. My mother had told me about her connection to the Blackwood pack. Twenty years ago, during the pack wars, the then-Luna of Blackwood, Slade's mother, Slone, had fled to the human world and been saved by my mother. As a doctor, my mother had saved Slone's life. As fate would have it, their personalities clicked, and they became the best of friends. Later, when my mother fell gravely ill, she brought a young, orphaned me to the Blackwood Pack, entrusting Slone to raise me.

“But she’s an omega. She cycles regularly. She’s healthy.” “Mostly healthy,” Father muttered, then forced a smile when Mother shot him a look. “She works hard. Strong enough to handle it.” Strong enough to handle being sold. I kept my back straight, my gaze aimed at the tabletop in front of Alpha Blackthorn. High enough to avoid looking like I was groveling on the floor, low enough not to be accused of challenging anyone.

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."