Black Widow And Her Sister Novels & Stories

He expected what she was going to tell him to shock him but he didn't expect to be shocked by it. And worse, she was talking about a sister and he wondered who that sister was so that he could stay far away from her and not offend her. "Who is your sister?" He asked, after a while. "My sister? She is actually my twin sister and also the cause of Tristan's problem," Jade informed him. The skin between Simon's brows creased as he tried to figure out who Jade's sister was. "You do not have to think too much. My sister is known as Lydia here but her real name is Luna, one of the most powerful witches in our area blessed with the power to hurt and give pain to others," she told him and he gasped.

My grip on her body tightened. “That woman killed my parents, injured that werewolf, burned my house, took my little sister away. I don’t even know where my sister is now! If she is alive or…” Viviana stopped for a moment. It was hard for her. I could feel it. I didn’t say anything. She had to let it out. She had to involve me in this. We were mates. We had to go through thick and thin together. We were meant to be together. “That woman…. She was beautiful and dangerous. She claimed to be the Goddess.”

' Elizabeth thought, bringing herself out of her musings. The wolfsbane was exactly where the she-wolf had said she would find it, but the plant was strange. It looked like it had just been planted. Elizabeth heard the rustling of the bushes, five different scents suddenly hitting her, and her mind replayed what had happened just two days ago. This was a trap, Elizabeth realized. The she-wolf that had told Elizabeth to come here stepped out of the bushes first. "Who are you?" Elizabeth demanded. "I told you," the she-wolf answered. "Sindra. Oh, you mean who am I? I'm Katrina's sister, and Victor's daughter, and I do mean that in every way."

This was why when Ariel read out the prophecy and told him he could snatch the power of the child in his sister’s womb, he felt ecstatic. Thorin naturally thought that this sister of his was just one of his possessions. So what right did she have to refuse his commands? She was his, and so was the child in her stomach. So if she ordered her to sacrifice her child, she should willingly comply. Thorin’s sister was horrified by his thought process. Soon, he learnt that she had escaped to the Werewolf realm to live. Thorin was disgusted by the idea of going there. Were the Werewolves not just lower species as vermin’s?

I ask, not liking the vibe she is giving off. "Kraven and the others were spotted.....they are hiding out in another pack," Hilda says, meeting my eyes and holding them. "What pack, " I ask with a growl in my voice. "Frida's," Hilda confirms, and I growl loudly while jumping to my feet. That bastard. "Calm down, brother. You have Vanessa now. And we have to keep level heads.....he has to be planning," Hilda says as she watches me pace. I turn my blazing eyes on my sister and nod. I hate how mature she is sometimes, but I know it is for the greater good.

It kept speaking. “He left after arguing. I cried all night. I will raise the second child alone. No one must know.” Olivia put the book down and covered her face. Jessica. Her enemy. Her rival. The woman who hated her. The woman whose soul tried to devour Ethan. The Widow’s chosen host. Her sister. A sister none of them knew existed. Her blood. Her flesh. Her mirror. She whispered it out loud because silence made it worse, “She’s my sister.” The words felt wrong in her mouth. Sharp. Poisonous.

**(James's POV)** "There's more." I hesitated. This would destroy her. "Mother, try not to get upset." I pulled out an old photo. Two young she-wolves stood together. Sisters. Mother's eyes locked on it. Her breathing got fast and shallow. "That poisonous she-wolf," she whispered, pointing at the younger sister. "Mother, the other wolf is Theresa Rivers. Diana Reed's older sister." The photo fell from Mother's hands. I caught her arm as she stumbled back.

"And you're coming home with me tonight." To my shock, she didn't cower. Instead, she straightened her spine and pushed back with an Alpha aura that matched my own in intensity. "I belong to no one," she said coldly, her eyes flashing gold. "Especially not a man who saw our bond as nothing but a 'cruel joke.'" Only one bloodline could produce a female with that kind of power... "You're a Blackwood," I breathed, the pieces suddenly falling into place. "Alexander's sister—Lyra！"

“Why are you hiding? Aren’t you supposed to be quite the expert? Come on, show us what you've got.” “I told you I didn’t seduce him!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Damien is my biological brother! If you dare lay a hand on me, he will never let you go! Never! If I don't reply to his messages for too long, he always calls me! I'll see how you explain yourselves to him then!” The two men turned back to look at Grace. However, she simply played with her hair, completely unbothered. “Ignore the bitch. Keep going.”

I had been so focused on him that I had not noticed they had brought two restrained persons, a male and a female who looked nothing alike. “That werewolf,” Jonathan whispered in my ear, pointing a finger towards the blonde-haired male, “has killed a vampire this morning and this woman here is said vampire’s sister.” I repressed the urge to gasp. Imagining someone, anyone, killing one of my brothers or Karl, I could only see myself losing it completely… yet, there she was keeping it together. I was perplexed, jealous and even a bit frustrated. How could she not be trashing around, trying to get to the werewolf that took her brother away from her?