Black Widow Sisters Novels & Stories

“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!"

Whenever people bullied me I used to play to vent my anger and frustration. I was in the library going through the books.The library was bigger than any other library I had seen. Different books on werewolf history, myth history, art of war, books on witch history and many other books were there. I was going through a witch history book that was written a few years ago before my birth. The book was about the war between supernatural creatures caused by a very powerful and wicked witch. ' Gia Stapleton and Ginna Stapleton, two identical twin witches, were head of Midnight Blue Coven. Both sisters were the most powerful witches in witch history and in the supernatural world. Their coven was on

Brutal looking men were turning into even more vicious looking wolves everywhere you looked. Nora was already gone, swallowed up and protected by her new pack. Cassie was determined to get to her sisters. They came into this world during a war, and she refused to lose them during another one.

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

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.

Iris and Norlina both had blood red hair and the eyes to match, and their skin is flawless. They were all powerful and we could all feel it. “Kree’s daughters,” Nixon noted. The three sisters nodded. They’re from a coven of sixteen sisters, much like the Coven of the Witches of Darkness, the witches of the Dark Lord. They’re from the Coven of the Witches of Light, the witches of the Great Witch. “Our mother has sent us here to help you because a great crime has been committed against us too and we would love to help you avenge it,” Rezona spoke up.

But my father was not the Moon Goddess. She had heard me before. I had felt it, on the full moon, in the hush of the chapel. Her presence settling over me, warm and steady. She had wanted nothing from me but what I freely gave. She would not abandon me now. The Crescent Sisters were the Goddess's most devoted servants. They swore to keep themselves for Her, all their lives. They lived with curses and with death, and they used the purest souls to guide the dead into the Goddess's kingdom, and the whole world knew it. Which was why the whole world left them alone. Every creature, human or werewolf or vampire, agreed never to touch them.

She's looked exactly the same for the past five years, except for the wickedness evident in her brown eyes. "You haven't changed," she observes. - I should? Jasmine takes another step, sliding her hand over my forearm. The lilac mask, matching the dress, makes her look young and innocent, but no one should be fooled. Jasmine is a snake. - You want to know what hasn't changed? – Her voice is low, intentionally sultry – My room. There is a species of insect in nature, the praying mantis, which, right after sex, the female literally eats the head of the male. This is because it needs nutrients. Black Widow is something similar, as is Jasmine.