Fourth Sister Black Myth: Wukong Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That blasted bitch cast me out! Stripped me of my wolf and made me nothing more than what you see before you.” “You were a Werewolf?!” I ask, shocked. “Yes and I refused the mates my older sister sent my way. I am practically mortal now,” she hisses. “But I have my magic and I can destroy you!” A flash of the small black figure and a scream is all I see before I am shaken awake and trembling in the arms of three very worried mates. “The-the witch! The moon goddess’s younger sister!” I gasp as my eyes grow wide.

Ari pointed out. “You sure you’re not related?” Gia asked with a smirk as Ari punched her in the arm. “Ow.” She pouted. “Some prophetic warriors.” I laughed. They passed the prophecy that was in a way a curse down through pixie bloodlines. It told of five sisters who could control an element to the point of becoming the element itself, but the more powerful the ability, the more debilitating the side-effect. Like my migraines and vision loss. Five sisters who would stop a great evil that was trying to destroy the mythological realm and connect it to the human one. The sisters are suspected of hiding the key to the human realm. The key, when used, could cause a rift between our realm and thei

“Do you regret following?” “No! If brother is to find his wife, then this sister will follow. I despise the slave trade and people who participate in that kind of action.” Sister Song said, showing her sincerity. “Well, that’s good, but I wonder if our guests will approve of our departure?” Blake called out suddenly, making Sister Song look around them, but could only see the forest. “No use hiding; I’m sure you are here only to talk.” Out of the foilage came four giant beasts, that looked like tigers but three times the size of ones that Blake knew. On them were men from the tavern who left after Blake and Sister Song.

“Welcome to Blacklands—the home of mafia werewolves.” I leaned forward slightly, my voice low but certain. “Now… it’s time we go find our sister.”

I watched these people praise my sister, Anna Smith, and belittle me, and my heart gradually turned cold. In the family chat group, my mother mentioned Anna. Mom: [I booked the flight for you. Once we arrive in Mexico, you can buy whatever you want. I have money.] My sister hinted: [Mom, I heard that Mexico is close to Guatemala and has many good materials.] My mother immediately responded: [Okay, okay, we'll buy you a jade bracelet.]

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.

The witches have arrived! Makahi’s POV: The common room: “Welcome to Crystal Moon, I am Alpha Makahi Crystal, I want to thank you for helping me rescue my pups.” I said, walking up to shake each of the three witches' hands. “No thanks needed alpha; we’re happy to help, it saddens us at what our sister has done. We know how important your daughters are to us all, we can’t allow their powers to get into the wrong hands. I just hope you will be able to stop her. She is very powerful now, more powerful than us combine and we are her blood sisters. We are afraid that she has somehow gotten herself mixed up with a Goddess or God who has given her more power than any one which can have, without lo

I tell the Moon Goddess as I lower my head, upset with myself that I had put my wolf second after finding my mates. “Willow, your wolf has a warrior spirit and that can never be taken away from her. As for your mates you will find they will come to accept you and your wolf for who you are to truly become. I have plans for you and your wolf as a bigger evil is on its way. I fear that my dear sister is back from the dead and I should have known even hell couldn’t hold her.” The Moon Goddess said to me, and I lifted my head to look at her, as I was confused about who her sister was. “Your sister?” I asked her.

My little sister was the breach between the veil, a forbidden world that should remain sealed. And at times like this, I just couldn't help but think that Eric Blackthorn had just been a pawn, a greedy mindless puppet in what happened that night. My sister's safety has always been a priority since she was born. Both the Supreme and Grishan witches had always kept her safe and hidden from those who sought after her powers for one reason or the other. She was the center of all supernatural kinds. She was every bit of us, and at the same, something entirely different. Someone precious.

Nyx'Thal's presence writhes within me, no longer the composed deity but something wild and desperate, clashing against another power I've never felt before. My knees hit the stone floor with a crack that echoes through the chamber, and I'm dimly aware of the masked wolves stepping back in alarm. But their fear is nothing compared to the terror building in my chest as visions flood my mind—not the familiar darkness of Nyx'Thal's memories, but something else entirely. Silver light. A woman's voice, gentle but fierce. And a name that shouldn't exist in any record I've ever seen: Luna Blackwood, the Defiant Sister.