Eric Northman Sister Novels & Stories

I had a feeling that they had a history, and while he was moving on, she hadn't moved on, yet. "You don't know that," the woman mumbled under her breath, looking very displeased, and the second woman with dark green hair, the one who was always frowning, scoffed. Zien had introduced her as Raven Ermine, and told that she was Elyn's half sister. Sienna had gasped when he said that as she stared at Raven. Sienna still did not know how Elyn was anything but a wolf, or who Vincys Ermine was. She kept saying she only remembered the Alpha lying next to her when she woke up.

He walked towards Ronan, folding his hand on his chest with his lips curled up, “I didn’t think you would find out like this. Or even find out this fast. If not for your stupid smart sister, I don’t think you’ll find out until now.” “Eric, what do you mean?” The elder that talked before said, walking towards the cell. Lena blocked his way, her hands folded on her chest too. She stared down at him, her eyeballs almost popping out of her eyes. The elder gulped down , eyes darting between her and Eric before returning to his chair.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

Responsibility was something he valued more than anything, and Eric was stepping up. "Who is the mother?" Eleanor asked, leaning forward, practically bouncing in her seat with feigned curiosity. She looked eager, like a cat watching a mouse walk into a trap. Eric turned his gaze to his sister, his eyes sharp. He didn't trust her sudden interest, but he had nothing to hide anymore. "Her name is Autumn Martins," he said. The name hung in the air, confirming the beginning of a new war within the Kingston walls.

"It contained... everything. Helena's affairs, her manipulation, the illegal surrogacy arrangement. It also proved I knew nothing. So really, the police had nothing, and they never did." Mom's jaw tightened. "I always knew there was something off about that woman. The way she looked at you, Hunter, not like a wife looks at her husband, but like she'd acquired something valuable." "Iris," Dad warned quietly, but his eyes said he agreed. He looked at Grace, knowing that Helena had been her sister, and they didn’t want to hurt her. But no one could hurt Grace as badly as her own family had. "They caught the person that killed Helena, right?" Dad said, leaning forward in his chair.

Elianna The name itself burned on Clara’s tongue like poison. How could her own sister, flesh and blood, cut her so deeply? Clara had grown up believing that no matter what the world hurled at her, her sister would be her refuge. Instead, Elianna had become the dagger pressed against her throat. What hurt even more was Adrian.

She looked at me with the specific expression she used when she had information she had held for the correct amount of time and the time had arrived. "Emric's sister," she said. "Your father's sister. She left the territory when he was twelve. There was a falling-out with the family that neither of them ever fully resolved. She took a different name." She paused. "She has a daughter. The daughter has a daughter. The great-granddaughter is twenty, and she is in the eastern territories, and she is on Cass's list." I was very still. "Which capacity," I said.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

My temperature rose and plummeted over and over again as we waited for Nerrian to get into the room. There was a knock on my door, and Tohr was at it in two steps throwing it open. Erik was on the other side, his voice terse as he spoke to Tohr in quick hisses. Tohr replied quickly, and it sounded like he was denying whatever it was that Erik was saying. "Look, Tohr, that is my sister. I am not denying you your rights, but do not deny me mine. She is not your mate yet," Erik demanded in a very low tone.

I tell him and he gives me a weird look. “Does this Conner have a last name?” Eric asks and I freeze because he never told us his last name ever, nor have we ever asked. “I never asked.” I say honestly before asking, “Why do you ask?” “I ask because the High Priestess of the Red Moon Witch Covent has a son and daughter. The son’s name I believe is Conner and the daughter’s name I know for sure is Emma.” Eric says and my mouth drops. “I’ve met Emma she was the one that spelled the ring on Rayne and betrayed her but you are telling me that Conner is Emma’s sister and the son of their leader?” I asked and I can feel my blood begin to boil with the thought Conner kept this from us.