Black Swan Mother Novels & Stories

I slowly pulled out the folded page and the old dairy. I unfolded it and read . So , my mother's name was Fiona Rosewood, she was 20 when her husband sold her to slave traders. Not only was she young but also pregnant with me. Tears overwhelmed my eyes when I saw the photo of my mother. She was beautiful. When I read the further details, it was mentioned that my mother had pitch black hair and green eyes. She was an omega rank werewolf married to a rogue wolf. She was an orphan girl and was adopted into Grande house as a maid. Now , I can understand why my mother and former Matriarch got involved romantically.

Brianna said tense that the alpha will get back in his words. "Your mother is a werewolf?" Brianna is perplexed with his question, but instead of reacting against it he answered truthfully. "My mother is a white witch. I am a hybrid partly shipter partly witch. She is using only natural white magic which is why we have to ask for your assistance because relying on her abilities alone will not suffice the ability that Thalia has achieved after she invaded the kingdom. So if You have doubts on this you better tell me now, so that I will pull back my people and help my mother instead." She replied. But instead Brianna was shocked at his next words.

Love, Mother. My hands were shaking. The High Council. The poison. The corporation. It was all connected. I had been blind. I looked up at Xavia, my eyes burning. "Xavia. The Council is harvesting wolf blood. They're creating a poison. My mother found out, and they killed her." Xavia's face went pale. "If that's true..." "Then we don't have much time."

Victoria Blackwood. My mother. The matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty. The woman who had spent my entire life reminding me that our name was a sacred, untouchable bloodline that could not afford a single imperfection, weakness, or unauthorized stain. I knew she was a cold, status-obsessed viper. I knew she had deeply despised Sara from the very moment our arranged marriage was signed in ink, viewing her as a middle-class intruder who didn't belong in our world. But to find out her private trust fund was the exact entity financing the sophisticated surveillance team that tracked Sara's car three years ago?

Then I hear a voice. Seraphina. Use the shadow. The shadow? But it is gone. It is not gone. It is inside you. Always. Use it. I reach inside myself. To the place where the darkness lives. I let it out. Black light explodes from me. The Shadow Wolves crumble. The silver wolf screams. My mother falls. I run to her. "Mother. Mother, wake up." Her eyes open. "I am okay. I am okay." But she is not. She is bleeding. Badly.

"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.

"...called me the First Mother." Savannah's heart stopped, the woman raised one hand. "Come." "You have questions." She looked gently into Savannah's eyes. "And your family doesn't have much time." Savannah didn't move, she remained at the edge of the silver pool, studying the woman standing effortlessly upon its surface. The First Mother!. The title alone should have sounded impossible. Instead, something deep inside Savannah accepted it. Not because her mind understood, but because her Blood did. The woman smiled knowingly.

He also told me that his dragon was a gold color and was probably one of the biggest dragons and oldest dragons on earth. As my dad finished telling me about his lineage, my mother Violet started her story. She told me she was 538 years old and is a witch/wolf hybrid. She told me that her mother was a witch and father was a wolf and that they met at a shopping center in California and fell in love. Even though they weren't mates they decided to mark and become mates and she was the result.

"Step away from him, old woman." Mother turned to face her, completely ignoring the weapon. "Old woman? Child, I am Catherine Blackwood, daughter of Odin Blackwood, the blood of the moon goddess runs through my veins. You are nothing." The red-haired girl fired, but Mother was already moving. She rolled to the side, the bullet sparking off the stone wall where she had been standing. In one fluid motion, she came up with Dean's dropped knife in her hand. "Impossible," Dean gasped, still struggling to breathe.

My mother, in her human form, stood at the edge of a forbidden realm, seeking the White Sorceress's intervention to forge a destiny with Landon's father, the one whom she loved the most. The sorceress conducted a ritual to bind mother’s fate with her chosen love. Yet, an unforeseen imbalance disrupted the ritual and she turned permanently into the Black Wolf. The metamorphosis complete, mother returned to Landon's father, her love, only to face rejection. He, unable to accept her transformed state, cast her away, severing the ties that once bound their hearts. Kaden’s father turned her away too, angered that she had chosen Landon’s father over him. She tried in vain to seek help from Evander