Black Widow's Sister Novels & Stories

“The Huntress holds a black belt in mixed martial arts, a sharpshooter, has disassembled various time bombs, and fought against Xiao Li, one of the most skilled fighters and assets of the Triad, and served and saved a prime minister’s life. I’m afraid I insist. If you wish my Wolves to protect you, the Huntress would be happy to assist you. She is one of my best assets.” That doesn’t sound right. He said she is his sister. His family. The way he introduced her sounds more like she’s some kind of an object than a person. Is this how they usually work in the mob? Disregarding family status? But my opinion doesn’t matter when the Huntress gives me a fierce smirk.

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.

Fearing that we might seek pleasure recklessly and invite disaster, the Elders of the Covenant decreed that the first duty of every newly adult witch is to choose a suitable partner—an alliance meant to strengthen our ties with other races. Today, we had just arrived at the sacred altar and barely had time to study the diverse males gathered before us when the girl beside me nudged my arm. "I saw your sister, Ella, on the way here. She kept running toward the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Is she not joining the ceremony?" The moment she spoke, everything clicked into place. It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn. My dear sister had returned from our previous life as well. And the

“Not entirely, you have the power to fight her, Zorya” “I could barely fight off a rogue wolf, and from what I just saw, she has dozens of them as her minions and you expect me to fight her.” “You've been alone for long because I've been fighting off the wolves to stop them from infiltrating your mind, but I'm here now, together, we'll find your sister and together, we'll take Vega down” “You sound quite optimistic,” I groaned. “As should you” “You're not the one needed for a crazy witch to resurrect her sister that's been dead for ages”

You could drink and drink but never truly be satisfied. Thankfully something beautiful had come out of his incarceration. Maya Black - the gorgeous, enigmatic, soulful kid sister of Titan. She was a sweet little thing, the diametric opposite of her brother. Worldly and obsessed with the glamours of importance of course but if she had not possessed such a trait he would question her lineage. She had been here every day, talking to him, encouraging him, feeding him, and bringing him reports on Olivia's wellbeing.

"She's 16 weeks old. Your uncle and his wife will tell everyone during dinner today. You have a little sister, Neon!" The news hit Neon like a bolt of lightning. A little sister? Her mind raced back to that fateful night when the werewolf hunters attacked the Council. She began to understand that Dahlia's breakdown wasn't solely due to the loss of loved ones in death but also the burden of keeping her granddaughter's existence a secret, one that could have saved her life.

My father quickly pointed at Olivia. Silas placed various plants and blood on the table. My sister Olivia gave him some blood. "My eyes widened when I saw a fog, then a circle, and Olivia was in the center talking to someone. Then she used her power to kill the girl, and a minute later, someone else appeared, and my sister killed the girl again, but not for the same reason as before." My sister was bitten by her... "Who is she?" She is a Lyrcan, based on her wrist tattoo, which every wolf has to determine which clan they belong to.

When Tessa showed me the video, we both knew right away, the woman in the video was our sister Leticia. Leticia is one of the nine sisters who is part of the group we call Mavri Magea or The Dark. She doesn't lead the faction, but she has been power hungry for thousands of years and was finally bold enough to set something into motion that could not be reversed by murdering Cordell. I could only hope our mother gives us a sign to summon their leader before too much damage is done. If Leticia is out there hunting down guardians. Then we are in uncharted territory.

My eyes started to furrow, "Should i call this fate?." He wiped his face with his right hand and continued, "You traveled far, left your mafia in the hands of your cousin, but after you met Anita's lookalike, you returned feeling like she's returned from the dead. And then, you do not know it was her, my half-sister." I look up at him. "You had better not touch a hair on her head, Matteo. She's off-limits." I threatened. He came closer to my face, "You knew how long I've been looking for her, Zavi. She's the one who completes my quests for power. After all, she's my sister. We share the same blood."

“Yes, but my standards are higher now. I am done with luna training, and I have spent years living with a Spainard sex god. I am also now mated to an alpha wolf. I am not sleeping with Neil, period. I am done with that part of my life.” Okay, two things. One, something was very wrong with my sister. Stephanie sounded like a caricature as opposed to a real she-wolf. Real people and wolves do not talk that way. Second, who the f&&k was this Neil? Surely they did not mean Neil the council member?