Black Swan Mother Novels & Stories

“ Why did my mother ever do t-to y-you ? “ tears blurred my vision. “ W-what d-did my mother do to you for you to kill her?” I asked and everyone gasped, including Bjorn. “ I don’t know your mother. So why would I kill her?” The white bear asked and he was lying about it… “ My mother is Melissa McQueen. The woman you sent one of your bears to kill fourteen years ago in River Moon clan territory.” The man’s eyes widened. “ I knew you were her daughter when I saw you, but I wanted confirmation.“ A tiny smile returned to Bjorn's lips.

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.

I could barely hear myself but she did. "Why not? All these years, I have never stopped thinking about it and every day brings a fresh memory of it when I think about your father. It was a scary black wolf with yellow eyes, bigger than the normal wolves." I feel my stomach about to churning as my mother gives this vivid description. That is Sawyer's wolf no doubt. Does it mean that he killed my father? No, I have to speak with Brayden. He must know something about werewolves. There must be a misunderstanding and perhaps, there are other black wolves. After all, black is a common color. I don't know much about wolves but the first I saw was coffee brown. I doubt that they each have distinct c

“There’s something else. You said, before, when you were still drifting in and out of consciousness… you said there was something you needed to explain. About my mother.” That gets a reaction. He looks away, jaw tightening. His hand moves to rest on the windowsill, fingers flexing slightly. “Yes,” he says quietly. “You deserve to know.” I wait, heart pounding. “She wasn’t supposed to die,” he says. “But Cale’s wolf was still unstable. That day, he was the one who killed your mother.” I blink. “What?” He turns back to me. His voice is lower now, careful. “You know about the white wolf. You’ve seen what it means. Power. Connection. It’s rare, but it’s not impossible. But the black wolf…”

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

The tension in the Blackwood ancestral den was suffocating. I stood frozen, watching my mother transform from the elegant, composed she-wolf everyone knew into a fierce protector of her bloodline. "If anything happens to my daughter," Mother continued, her voice vibrating with power, "no wolf in this territory will be spared." The room fell into shocked silence. Richard Blackwood and his mate sat rigid in their ceremonial chairs, clearly unprepared for this display from the usually diplomatic Elara Thornwood.

But I have been actively keeping my distance from her. Which takes me to fourth, Lunaya. The woman that claims to be my mother. After her little confession the night in the kitchen, I have kept away from her. I don’t know how to process this. With Selene returning my memories, I see her as my mother. She was the one that was there as I grew up. But now, this she-wolf is here, and I am meant to just accept her? I don’t know if I can do that. I often find myself on the porch swing, it’s relaxing and the pup seems to enjoy it. When I'm swinging gently back and forth, I don’t feel the need to spew. Each time I sit on the swing and look out over the village, I always seem to find Lunaya. I end up

He watched me getting insulted and abused by his wife and his daughter for not having a wolf, and he didn't dare try to defend me for one day? He watched me wallow in pain; he watched me depressed over the fact that I didn't have a wolf. How dare he? How could my father do this to me? How could a man do that to his own daughter? He knew that I was not at fault. He knew what the fault was, but he watched me suffer. I can't believe this. I won't really believe it until I see him. I need to confirm this with him first. Why is my mother a Scarlet? Scarlets are special, rare beings. Scarlets are direct descendants of the moon goddess.

Mother took a deep breath, her eyes clouding over with a memory she had clearly tried to forget. "Eighteen years ago, your father and I were traveling through the Forbidden Woods during the Great Eclipse. The sky was pitch black and there was not a single star in sight. Along the way, we found a woman stumbling through the trees. She was beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful and with hair that shone like pure silver even in the dark." I froze. "The white hair..." "She was a queen of a powerful witch Coven," Mother continued, her voice shaking. "She was bleeding, hunted by the rogue hunters and she carried a child in her arms, wrapped in silk that glowed with ancient runes. She knew she wasn't go

“I had to figure it out myself. And when I did... Well, I realized I could get my own revenge on your slut of a mother.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Magnus Blackwood’s smile is vicious. “I gave her a choice, little wolf. I could either kill her and end her misery quickly, or she could become my whore, warm my bed whenever I demanded it, and maybe I’d let both of you live a little longer.” Fragments of memory slam into me like shards of glass. My mother’s face, pale and drawn. The way she would flinch whenever Magnus Blackwood entered a room. How she would pull me close and whisper that we had to be very, very quiet when he was around.