Black Swan Mother Novels & Stories

I realized too late that I should have listened to my mother's warnings, and that I had walked right into the black witch's trap. I struggled against the binding, but it was too strong. I was trapped, unable to move or speak. I watched in horror as my mother, Queen Endora, tried to attack the black witch, but she was no match for her sister's dark magic. As the black witch began to chant and weave a spell, I felt a strange energy building inside me. I knew I was in grave danger, and that my mother was powerless to save me. The black witch's plan was unfolding, and I was at the center of it all.

The only one who didn't look shocked was my mother. I took a deep breath and Stephan held my hand for reassurance. "Mom, what do you know about the great white witch?" I asked. I watched as shock washed over my mothers face and her eyes went wide. "How did you-" "A man came here this morning. He kept calling her Angarika and said she was a descendant of the great white witch, but he also told her to speak to you about it" Stephan cut in. I watched as my mother played with her fingers before she looked up and said,

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."

She continued: “So Dondus the owl told Desper the rat that the beastsss all rallied around the Great Mother of the Beasts. She of course was the strongest and fastest but she never leaves her cave beyond the river. She stays there with seven of the fiercest beasts to guard her all the time. Other beasts bring her food. She would of course be the hardest to kill especially with her guards protecting her but if she was killed, all of her children, the beastsss that is, would die. So is the magic of the creatures the owl told Desper. All of the beastsss draw their strength from their mother. She can tell when any one of them has been slain and can see through the eyes of any other beast. She is

Not a claiming mark we hadn't gone that far but a possessive reminder nonetheless. The door opened. I grabbed the sheet, covering myself. But it wasn't Kael. A woman stood there. Mid-thirties, beautiful in a cold way, wearing an expensive suit. Her eyes swept over me with obvious disdain. "So you're the wolfless girl." Her voice dripped with contempt. "How disappointing." "Who are you?" "Sienna Blackthorn. Kael's mother." She stepped into the room like she owned it. Which, I supposed, she did. "Get dressed. We need to talk."

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

She really wanted to have grandchildren soon, she always said. "Mom? Are you serious? Why?" I asked, in a suspicious tone. "I... Dreamed," my mother muttered slowly. "Madam Black, she's come to me a few times lately and scolded me, for always badgering you about mate." "Madam Black?" I asked confused. Madam Black is one of the ancestral descendants of black magicians, who came from the Blue Fang pack led by my grandfather, my mother's father, Edward Moss.

He pecked my lips before leaving me. Gwen and I found a spot with a nice view of the white mountains. We were seated quietly when I decided to ask a few questions about the men from earlier. The way she greeted Leonardo Black told me she knew him quite well. And since everyone was reluctant to speak about them in the pack, just maybe Gwen would. "You do know him. The man from earlier." "Leonardo Black?" She asked, and I nodded sharply. She exhaled, looking quite unsure to speak. "I do not know him personally, but his mother was a witch of the Fortress before her death. She was a powerful witch, from an ancient ancestral clan."

And among them sat the one person I did not want to see. Mother. Ciara Blackwood sat beside Elder Magnus with her chin slightly lifted, dressed in black like she already owned authority here. Like nothing had happened. Like I had not banished her from the pack only hours ago. The sight of her made my wolf stir violently. I clenched my jaw. “You should not be sitting there,” I said flatly. Mother smiled faintly. “And yet I am.” Elder Magnus struck his staff against the marble floor once. “That is enough, Alpha Aeron.”

Last night you looked terrified when you came home and then Rosa was going through a lot when I came Pierce closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Margaret Blackthorne. She's Rosa's biological mother, and she wants the babies for some kind of ritual. She's gathering other covens to help her." "Margaret Blackthorne?" Nicolas's face went pale. "The eldest elder witch?" "You know her?" Nicolas nodded thoughtfully," Yes, she has a very bad reputation. She's incredibly powerful and completely ruthless. If she's after Rosa and the babies..."