My Sister The Werewolf Novels & Stories

weird if she doesn't know. Even though i knew this will surely sound like a silly gibberish to her ears but I need to convince my sister that this kind of world exists. The world of the immortals as opposed to the mortals. The world where I, the older adopted sister she knew all along, was actually born. "I'm a werewolf" I put my hands on my hips. She gaped "what?" "Yes. I am your sister. This is me a werewolf. I am an Omega. And the man in our breakfast is an Alpha. The highest position and the strongest person in a pack"

“You know that very well.” “I won’t let you go!” I turned the brunette toward me, holding her hand, staring into those beloved, sorrowful eyes. “I know,” Tanya whispered quietly, reaching up for a kiss. Kissing my little mate, I tasted the salty bitterness of her tears. Her soul was tearing apart—just like mine. “Sorry…” – that was the only thing I heard before SHE KNOCKED ME OUT! Only later did I find out that the two sisters had certain little tricks for dealing with werewolves—and apparently, they were quite popular!

Aunt Kyndra suddenly became hot-headed after we arrived. “Aunt Kyndra,” said Maya immediately and flashed Emer with her sweetest smile. “Hello. I'm Mayari and this is my sister, Tala.” The emperor grinned again. “Nice to meet you both. It's a good thing you didn't inherit your aunt's temper,” he commented. “I don't have a temper, Emer,” Aunt Kyndra was obviously annoyed. Emer just smiled at her. “Thank you for bringing four of our brothers here. Ever since after what happened to your mother, this island has never welcomed any werewolf,” he said. He was probably referring to the death of our mother.

My sister! 'Brother, I need you. Come out of the tree house,' she said as our minds linked. The pain disappeared, and so I teleported outside. The view that greeted me shocked me to the core. My sister Cassandra was now surrounded by five black werewolves with their mouths open wide, showing their teeth. I shut my eyes in a split second, letting a robust wind knock them away. Once I opened my eyes again, I didn't waver to grab my sister.

I inquired. “Not when my head’s rolling, besides it’s not so fast, what about your sister, isn’t she just a wolfless freak?!” “Don’t you dare call her a freak!” I shot back, glaring at her as my blood ran even faster in my veins. “But that’s what she is. She has no wolf, I’ve never percieved anything coming from her and I heard that at awakening, she couldn’t get her wolf and…everyone thinks it’s because she’s wolfless, maybe because of her mom” she narrated.

“Let’s go see your sister.” This is my penance for the evil I have done before given my second chance at life–caring for his daughter, my “sister,” the pregnant Luna I put in a coma when I almost succeeded in getting my revenge. She turned me into a wolf, so I wanted her gone forever and I got pretty close until our father stopped me.

he continued as if I hadn't spoken, conversational and precise, "if you still haven't delivered, I think I'll start with her hands. Then her legs. Then I'll spend some time on that mouth of hers because she has been speaking to me with so much honesty lately and I think it deserves some attention." The pleasantness in his voice did not waver once, which was the worst thing about it, worse than if he had been screaming, worse than rage, just that calm deliberate inventory of everything he intended to do. "And I hear, from a very upset friend of mine, that you are a werewolf. That there's something your sister has been hiding inside her. I'm curious about that. I want to see what she looks lik

Ruby: After closing the door behind me, I wandered through Damian's house, my mind still reeling from the tense exchange I had just witnessed. I hadn't anticipated feeling so uneasy during my first encounter with one of Damian's family members. His sister turned out to be quite different from what I had imagined—she bore no resemblance to him whatsoever. Instead, she exuded an air of arrogance and intimidation, and I couldn't shake the peculiar scent that seemed to linger around her. She didn't have the scent of a typical werewolf or an ordinary human, and her manner of speaking clearly indicated her dislike for me and her opposition to any woman being with her brother. I couldn't help but w

“You’re safe with me, Natalia. I’m no longer involved with my family.” I didn’t answer, partially uncomfortable. “My sister wasn’t like the rest of us. She didn’t see werewolves as animals the way our family did. She believed they were capable of coexisting with humans and tried desperately to prove it to the others. She nearly lost her life a few times in the process. Alicia never did understand that she couldn’t lay down her weapon in the middle of a fight. During one of our missions we captured a wolf that was supposed to give us the location of a pack we’d been tracking for a few months. Alicia begged the others not to harm him, but they didn’t listen. I left shortly after that, having m

She kissed Janna on both cheeks, and the little wolf started to pout as if she would cry, and I couldn’t help but snicker. She threw a hateful glance my way before looking back at my sister, "I wonder how you ended up with a brother like him. He’s nothing like you." Clair hugged her and whispered softly in her ears, probably not wanting me to hear, but she forgot I have werewolf genes. "He's the best brother ever, and I'm happy just the way he is. Just give him a chance." My sister was being so sappy that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I looked at Jake, shaking his head and suppressing a smile.