Black Swan Mom Novels & Stories

Mom shoots Dad a murderous look before turning back to me. “I want this to be clear. I want to hear Landon say it….to say that he will do something to me over that harlot.” I take a long look at my mom. I remember always thinking she was beautiful and wishing that my mate was as gorgeous as she is. My mom is 5’10, which is a nice height for a she-wolf. Her skin has a dark complexion, and it always glowed. Mom has always been a major patron of all things beauty, including spas. My mom has an elegant way about her that always lights up the room. She wears a lot of wigs even though she has gorgeous hair that is past her shoulders. I asked her once why she wears wigs all of the time. She told me

She had always known that Eva was a mystery and that was why she doesn’t pry much anytime Eva doesn’t tell her something. Eva stared at her friend with a complicated expression on her face for a few seconds. “Remember you always ask about my mother’s family but I've avoided it, I think you should know who my maternal family are today. Damien already knows about it and only you don’t.” She paused before continuing again. “My mother is the daughter of the Black Family in California and I’m the granddaughter of Geroge Black, the current patriarch of the Black Family.” she finally revealed.

She murmured her dad's name, she is the beta daughter of Crystal Moon Pack. "Accept you as my mate and the future gamma of Forest Moon Pack," she smiled as she too accepted me, her voice was angelic, "I, Sandra Blake, of Crystal Moon Pack, accept you, gamma Grayson Aston as my mate..." I kissed the crown of her head. "You are mine now,"

When your son's bedtime stories came from mommy because daddy was always at another business dinner? "Ladies." I forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "If you'll excuse me, I have another appointment." "Of course! Don't let us keep you from that perfect life of yours!" Mrs. Whitmore's laugh tinkled like breaking champagne flutes. I made it to the elevator before the words really hit. Perfect life. They saw what I let them see. The authentic Sera Blackwood, wife of Jonathan Blackwood, old money, new success. Mother to Oliver, the sweetest eight year old who still believed in magic and happy endings. Part-time art authenticator who worked "for fun" because surely Jonathan pr

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

"One." Derek shook beneath me. "Ethan..." "Two." Mother gasped somewhere behind us. "Three." But I didn't move. The whip sliced through the air, and a sharp crack split the silence. Then— "No!" Mother threw herself between us, and the whip struck her across the back so loudly that the sound echoed through the square. She cried out, and suddenly, white light shimmered around her as her body shifted in an instant. Where my mother had stood now stood an enormous, majestic white wolf. Her fur shone beneath the morning sun, and her eyes glowed with the pale silver of the moon itself.

But upset her in any way and you’re up shit creek without a paddle. As I’ve mentioned my mum is a picture of elegance when she dresses, and usually, she sticks to more natural tones – maroon being her favourite. But anyone who knows my mum knows that when she wants to interrogate or intimidate someone she pulls out all-black attire. So Vitali telling me my mum is in the Alpha suite all in black with my animai who she recently sucker punched has sirens in my head screaming ‘mayday.’ “Babe, just how fucked am I right now?” Comes Marcus’ voice in my mind.

I replied to him in a calm tone. “Your mother was one of the most outstanding she-wolves of her time. You can say that because of her wolf and her own intelligence, she was on top. Raymond Hawk, Gabriel Hawk, Cassius Hawk….. all three potential candidates for the throne back then wanted your mother, but she ended up with Sebastian Whitelock.” His tone was serious while I listened to him with a calm mind.

Little Swan was carrying the next King of the Lycan throne, and my mom had dared to harm her in such a delicate condition? It was completely unacceptable! I couldn’t suppress the tornado of my fury swirling inside me and shifted while storming towards the harem jail. Dealing with my mom was a trivial matter, but the need of the hour was to take back my Little Swan to her room. She needed complete rest without tension, and as her mate, I would make sure that no one could disturb her. But it appeared that my mom was informed of my arrival as she materialized out of thin air, halting me in my tracks.

But now, Mom was saying that she simply couldn't bring herself to beat them. What about me? Was I born only to be made a scapegoat, a "sacrificial" dog to force Esther and Emily into obedience? I couldn't stop my tears from falling after learning the truth. I wiped my tears away and glanced at Mom's phone, where a number of netizens had left comments on her live streams and even personal DMs, showing up as notifications on her screen. "Lady, your son's condition doesn't look very good. Is he out of the tank yet? Don't let anything happen to him!"