Black Swan Mom Novels & Stories

I sighed, and he and my mother paused. "What makes you think that, honey?" my mom asked as she sat on my fathers lap. I knew this move she was using her wolf Soairse to keep my father's wolf Titan calm for this potentially difficult conversation. He wrapped his arms around my mother, and I almost smiled as they now almost mirrored Ben and I.

"Your mother! She's awake and asking for you!" I race to the medical wing. The room is empty except for Mom, sitting up in bed looking healthier than she has in years. "Mom? You're okay?" She smiles, but it's wrong. Cold. "Hello, daughter." She moves faster than any sick woman should, grabbing my throat and slamming me against the wall. Her eyes are solid black like the rogues. "Mom!" I choke out. "Your mother is gone," she says in a voice that isn't hers. "I am the Void Walker. And I've come to claim what was promised to me centuries ago – the power of the White Wolf."

The grey wolf was enraged but one of the other wolves shifted and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. “That’s a dragon, Liam. You know what that means let’s go.” With hatred turning his eyes red, he finally turned and disappeared into the shadows. Crystal let the flames die before taking out her keys and unlocking a black SUV parked nearby. “Get in and let’s discuss what you want to do.” Maeve silently got in, still shaking from the hatred she saw in the Grey wolfs eyes. And also from the revelations of the past few minutes. Her father belonged to the most hated and feared Black Widow Pack and the beautiful woman her mother had sent to take her home was a dragon! Something she had though

Mom chatted nonstop, filling me in on all sorts of details about Swaine. It turned out he wasn’t just Snowball’s vet but also the director of a veterinary hospital. Mom explained that during one of Snowball’s checkups, Swaine had asked about me, which led to her adding him to her contacts. When Mom recently announced that she was looking to set me up, Swaine didn’t waste any time. That very night, he dragged his parents to our house to formally propose. Hearing this, my cheeks, which had just managed to cool down, turned red again.

“She is a sweet girl. She asked me if I like ice cream. I told her yes, and she said we should have some together. But I keep thinking about my mom. She warned me about families like yours. Powerful people who take everything.” Damian stepped even closer. “Your mom had reasons to be angry. Some deals were too hard. I looked into it after we signed the papers. There were mistakes made. But I didn’t know the details back then. I was busy with my own losses.” Before I could reply, the doorbell rang. Security voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Blackwood, your mother is here. She says it’s urgent.” Damian’s face hardened. “Stay here.” But I followed him anyway. In the living room stood an eleg

He led her to a tall, elegant woman in her sixties wearing a cream colored dress and pearls. She had Damien's eyes but a much more severe expression. "Mother, this is Aurora Blackwell," Damien said. "Aurora, this is my mother, Catherine Whitmore." "Mrs. Whitmore, it's lovely to meet you," Aurora said, extending her hand. Catherine looked at Aurora's hand for a moment before shaking it limply. "Miss Blackwell. How interesting to finally meet you."

“But I can’t be. I have to find my mama and go home. She’s at a healer’s at the edge of the swamp where we live, in panther territory.” “You must mean Bogbeast Waters,” he says, arching one midnight- black eyebrow. My eyes narrow as I regard him. He doesn’t seem hostile, though, and Mama only told me to watch out for wolves, not other things. Most other creatures don’t bother us—the panthers always left us alone until today, even though we claimed a tiny spot in their territory; ogres don’t bother with wolves; and catfish only sting because they want to live, same as any other creature.

> oh { ya let's go } We slow to a stop once we get to the lake, my dad nudges me to the lakes edge with his snout. I walk over count to three and then look down at my reflection, my fur with the exception of my under belly is black, my under belly is silver like moms wolf and so are my paws and the tip of my ears { beautiful indeed } ( duh! of course I am! hmph ) { why are you so conceited? } ( cause I'm sexy and I know it! when we find our mate she will be impressed by my good looks for sure! ) { ughh please, mom is more important than a mate right now Conan } ( right, very true, let's go visit her I wanna see her too! )

His tone carried an edge as he added, “But know this—no one who harms my family will ever go unpunished.” I pressed my lips together and decided to change the topic. “Is Mum still filming?” My mum, Laura Hemsworth, the Luna of the Crimson Pack, is a well-renowned actress in the human world. She has mastered the art of balancing her secret life as a wolf while maintaining her place among the elite. Even now, in her forties, she captivates audiences and wins accolades, all while keeping her bond with Dad and the Crimson Pack a tightly guarded secret.

Whitlock sneered. "Even I know that Silas’s favorite color is teal. You bought so many black clothes and toys. What kind of great maternal love are you pretending to show?" This time, Mom didn’t argue with Mrs. Whitlock. Instead, she lowered herself and asked her what I liked. "How ironic," Mrs. Whitlock said coldly. "Even his own parents don’t know and have to ask a neighbor. You two really did a great job as parents. Forget it. For Silas’s sake, I won’t bother arguing with you."