Black Swan Mom Novels & Stories

"And now Crystal Swan, repeat after me. 'I, Crystal Swan, swear to try to be the perfect Luna and mother the Black Mist pack and treat them as I would treat family. And ask you the moon goddess to accept me as theirs.' " "I, Crystal Swan, swear to try to be the perfect Luna and mother the Black Mist pack and treat them as I would treat family. And ask you, the moon goddess, to accept me as theirs." "Then you, Alpha must accept her as your Luna and mate." "I as Alpha of the Black Mist pack accept you as my Luna and as my mate." And then he marked her as his and let her mark him as hers. Just then, the lights all went out and two figures appeared out of no where.

Sipho whispered. He refused. Refused to be replaced. Refused to lose another child. Refused to die like this. With a roar, he grabbed the child’s wrist. Let the Darkness flood him fully. Black veins exploded across his skin. The ground split. Trees bent away. The air screamed. For a second— He was the monster again. Full Keeper. Raw power. He slammed the child into the dirt hard enough to crater it. The earth cracked outward. Shockwaves tearing through the yard.

It felt like an absolute crime to see a proud elder broken down to this state. Before the rival alphas tore my life apart, Mother Blackmaw was practically a second parent to my wolf. She used to run the small text-shack in the center of Wolfspring Hollow, and her beast was absolutely obsessed with collecting ancient lore. When Corwin and I were just small pups running wild through the thickets, she would sit out on her wooden porch for hours with a heavy leather scroll in her lap. During my early winter terms in the pack schools, when the older boys would push me into the dirt, I used to run straight to her clearing and sit at her feet, using her stories as a shield to escape the cruelty of

And no one, not even my father, could take that away from me. As I turned to leave, preparing to shift and run off some of this tension, I caught sight of a familiar figure approaching. It was Mom, her wolf form uniquely hers—white, but adorned with hints of tan and brown. A beautiful anomaly amidst the traditional Carmichael sea of stark white wolves. My body relaxed involuntarily; talking to her always calmed my stormy emotions. Mom shifted back into her human form, grabbing her clothes from a basket on the porch before approaching me. I was still standing next to the SUV, my thoughts a jumble.

I stood before three hundred wolves, no podium, no prepared remarks, just truth. "My name is Mona Silvermoon. My mother was murdered when I was three days old. I survived sixteen foster homes, each one ending when my phoenix nature showed. I was beaten, starved, locked in basements. I was told I was an abomination." My voice didn't shake—these wounds had scarred over long ago. "The Pure Wolf Council says I'm dangerous. They're right. I'm dangerous to their vision of a world where children like mine can't exist."

I linked back, then shifted back into human form. "She still has her clothes on," someone said in the audience. "As you can see, Ebony is a White Wolf," Keith said, but the Thunder Moon Alpha cut him off. "How is that even possible? Her mother is an Omega." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at what he had just said. Before Keith could answer, I did.

"The signal bounced off a private tower inside White City territory. It's a massive expanse of ice and pine, but we are closing the distance." "We will find her," I say, my tone carrying the heavy, unyielding dominance of an Alpha. "Are we close, Daddy?" Samuel asks, his gold eyes wide and wet as he looks up at me. "Is Mommy cold?" "Your mother is the strongest she-wolf in the Duskwild Expanse," I tell him, pressing my hand against his back to soothe his erratic heartbeat. "She is surviving. And we are going to drag her back to the Blackthorne Pack Estate."

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

I heard a woman's voice from afar, the moment we stepped in. "How?" I asked, turning to my mom. "Don't underestimate her. She's a spiritual wolf, but was banished from the Paxon pack years back," my Mom whispered.

“Dad would never let them take that b*tch, so why didn’t he say anything today?” Mother crossed her legs, removing her sandals, with a wicked smile on her face. “There’s something called blackmail, Kendra.” I stopped. “Blackmail?” She pushed herself farther into my bed and rested on it, facing me as she licked a d*ck toy she got from her handbag. Mother always did that when she wasn’t able to f*ck someone and it had become a habit. “I caught your father freeing a wolfant.” “So what?” Wolfants are special wolves but they are said to be forbidden and perilous. Their genes were mutated, turning them into something else, good or bad but most times bad. Those that didn’t turn bad and didn’t die e