Black Swan Mother Novels & Stories

"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."

But even as a wet-behind-the-ear law student, Lennon had his doubts about the story, especially when his father—a top criminal lawyer—had taken the case pro bono and lost. His father was gone now—almost comatose in his bedroom with machines hooked on him and his very first‘ assignment’ as the new managing partner was to make sure a woman who'd served her time regret stepping out of the gates. What could possibly go wrong? He drove toward the correctional facility, his fingers tightening around the leather steering wheel, he couldn’t shake the uneasy sense that If the reports were accurate, she had been a prodigy—A girl whose life revolved around pointe shoes, rehearsals, and music.

"Welcome, child. I am Arianna Blackwood, Ryder's mother, and the matriarch of this family." Arianna Blackwood stood before Emilia, exuding a quiet strength that belied her age. Her silver hair cascaded gracefully around her shoulders, framing a face weathered by wisdom and experience. Her eyes, a striking shade of steel-blue, held a depth that seemed to unravel the secrets of time itself.

Although Sarah did not know what my mother’s diagnosis was, it was apparent by her body language that she had an idea. “Elizabeth,” Sarah started with a gentle voice. My mother snapped her gaze to Sarah with her eyes glowing of her wolf. Sarah gulped before resuming. My mother wasn’t a wolf to mess with. Her wolf Aleera was one of the strongest wolves of her time. Making her lethal. “I don’t think we should cast her out just yet. I mean look what she was able to do for Tyson.” My mother looked at Sarah as if she had three heads. “Now you are on his side?” My mother yelled.

It was meant to disarm him. It did exactly that. "Nolan didn't tell me your mother is dead." "Oh, so you and Nolan are friends. I am going to give that boy a piece of my mind when I see him again, I swear," I blinked slowly. Forced a small smile to my lips. "But my mother isn't dead. She just disowned me because I was a Black Wolf. A blight on her precious pack." I couldn't stop the twinge of sadness from running into my voice. From my eyes aching to shed more tears.

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

She pleaded. "Blood magic is against the way of the white witches, and so you are no longer a white witch but a black." The witch stated and lightning struck the sky as the white of Serena's hood turned black. "Coven Leader, state your judgement." She said, A familiar face, with long white hair in white full robes and a cloak stood. My mother. "You are banished to the isolated prison." She said, The ground cracked open, revealing a pit filled with one thousand prison cells.

“It was Greta all along. I never suspected Nick like she wanted us to. She worked with Nicola to have me and the kids kidnapped…” “Lies! Those are all lies from this evil woman! You all don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. Have you all forgotten her mother was a dark wolf? She’s as evil as her mother! They are all evil beings!” Mother screamed at the top of her voice. I was appalled by her constant change of emotion. Here she was trying to make things right and now she’s going hysterical.

Just 3 days ago, I found my mother and lost her again, and just 3 days ago I found my wolf. *** Flashback*** “MOTHER!!” I screamed out in agony and immediately, I hear my clothes tearing and my hands changing into limbs. It was painful but the thought of loosing my mother overrode that pain. I run over to her and used my snout to sniff her. “You—did it__ Sylvia _I _am _very_ proud _of _you!!” She breathed out closing her eyes. I howled out in pain, the other wolves joined in my agony. I turned towards Rhea channeling my anger at her.

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