Black Widow Sisters Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? What does the Witching Hour really signify?” Jade’s expression was serious, his eyes narrowing as if the weight of what he was about to say was just as heavy for him as it was for us. “In cases of Lunar Sisters,” he began, his voice low, “there’s a binding by the Moon Goddess. But here's the thing—one of the pairs is always a wolf, and the other? A witch.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the air shift around me, the atmosphere growing colder.

“It's about... some things are buried for a reason. Digging them up doesn't just bring back memories; it brings back the rot.” “But that 'rot' is at our doorstep right now,” I countered, my voice low and urgent. “Dad recognized those charms. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. If we're being hunted by a dead pack, I deserve to know why.” Mom finally turned to me, and for the first time, I saw genuine dread in her eyes. “You're a Black Widow, Angie. You've always been brave. But fifteen years ago... the things that were done... they weren't just about war. They were about extinction.”

she said in a voice that didn't sound like hers. I almost chuckled. I proceeded to tell her why exactly I couldn't leave her in that position, even though I knew deep down that she was capable. She looked broken. I wanted to enjoy her misery, but I couldn't. I shrugged it off and walked out, but not before making sure I stripped her of that control she didn't know she had. I left there and went back to Stone Holdings. I buried myself in work until I got a reminder from my calendar. Isabel's birthday was coming soon.

[I've been reborn? Hahaha! This time, Kayla's stroke of fortune will be mine!] Gleeful cackles seemed to ring in my ears. I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back at the familiar orphanage. Clarissa Smith, my sister who'd stabbed me to death in my previous life, was eyeing me with a sly grin. [This time around, you can spend your life in an academic hellhole, Kayla, while I enjoy having more money than I could ever spend without having to lift a finger.]

you're the Venom vixen? The first female Alpha from The Midnight Moon pack? The first ever She wolf to be experimented on? The one who ran away from an arranged marriage to the Alpha rogue's son?' he says standing up 'yes I am' I say ' The reason I left Emiliano was because my pack was on the brink of being taken down by one of my father's enemy who wanted to take our people and placed a bounty on my family to take us out in order to take our pack land, unfortunately my father was had so many debts unpaid and many enemies that wanted to kill him just for owing them money one of them being the Alpha Rogue so he made a deal with the Alpha rogue to arrange a marriage with me and the Alpha rogue

The recording had one final echo, a lingering trace of malice that had waited for this exact moment to reveal itself. “And what of the grudge?” the Shadow Mother’s voice whispered from the floorboards, a ghostly, disembodied hiss. “Do you remember the root of the rot, little huntsmen?” Liza flinched, her hand flying to her heart. “Heka and Serene.” Samantha felt the name Heka vibrate in her soul. “Our ancestor.” “Yes,” Liza said, her voice trembling. “Heka, the first High Priestess. And Serene... the one who became the Shadow Mother. They were sisters of the spirit, but they fell in love with the same man. A king of the old world.”

Karla: I had been called to this huge mansion by some warriors to attend a meeting. In fact, I had already been paid a generous amount just to come here. So why wouldn't I go? I was Yuvonne’s mother, a mother-in-law of an alpha too. I rushed to the location, and there stood a woman named Rosetta. She was a widow. The Black Widow, in fact. The one who supposedly ate up her mates. Her husband would just die. She was simply that unlucky.

“Oh. I think I remember hearing something about that in school. I guess I forgot. But why would the Moon Goddess protect them from drugging but not blackmail?” I groaned once again. I almost wish my high school social studies teacher could hear me now. “She can’t protect them from blackmail without altering their ability to make their own decisions. All werewolves —including council wolves— have a human counterpart, and free will is a cornerstone of being human.” “Oh.” “Yeah, oh. Now will you please sit down?” Finally, Nick moved away from the door and sat back down on the couch. “Where is James?” he asked me as soon as he was seated.

Surprisingly, the herb was completely tasteless, but it still smelt so fucking bad. As soon as I finished gulping everything down, I squeezed the bottle and threw it out of the window. I pulled the gear again and zoomed down the road at full speed. According to the bounty hunter I met yesterday, I needed to see the Petrova sisters if I was ever going to get my hands on the Moon Tracker. They were three sisters that were sent out of their covens after being caught practicing forbidden magic. They got their powers unnaturally. It was a long time ago, but I had been to them before and they lived in a small house filled with several confusing passages and corridors that all lead to each other.

"You mean your witchy coven sisters that thought they could get away with killing a beta in my pack?! And kidnapping my wife, holding her ransom for the moonstone? Of course I killed them." She growled with barely suppressed anger and I sat stunned in the chair. Vera was linked to the witches that had wanted the moonstone before five fucking years ago. "You killed my sister, Black Saint. And you're going to pay for that." "I've told you I don't give two fucks about your coven sisters—" "Briggs!" she yelled, her blood red nails pointed at Nathan. "Briggs was my sister and you killed her!"