My Sister The Werewolf Novels & Stories

My sister used to be my world, my everything, my love, and my best friend, but everything changed when we turned 16. On our 16th birthday, just like every other wolf, my sister shifted, but I didn’t, surprising me. She felt bad for me and consoled me, saying we haven’t turned 18 yet and there’s still hope, but when we turned 18, it was the same. My wolf never talked to me neither could I feel anything from her. My mom tried taking me to different witches for help, but nothing worked. Then my sister changed and thought she was superior over me.

Sister Jasper's voice is calm and collected as she speaks to the other witches in the room. "You will never get the amulet or my powers," I say confidently. "My father will come for me." "And we will be ready when he comes," Sister Jasper says with a smirk spread across her face. Sister Jasper snaps to fingers at a large werewolf that is standing in the corner of the room. He steps to her side and she whispers something in his ear. The witches part and the werewolf lifts me gently from the cold metal table and carries me out of the room. The werewolf is silent as he carries me through the hallways of the Crescent Moon pack house.

Sitting beside me, my sister asked, worried, “Are you fine, brother? You scared me. Are you feeling okay? Our pack members told us that you fell off the cliff. They found your car in shambles. How can you drive so harshly?” Her questions weren't meeting an end, and I cupped her face and stroked her cheeks as I said, “I am fine.” Though I wasn't fine. I felt something was missing from me, and it was my wolf, Hector. A werewolf is incomplete without his wolf. I was very weak and my senses were reduced to the level of the humans. I assured her, “I am all fine. Don't worry.” My sister complained, looking at my wounds, “Is this what you call to be absolutely fine, huh?”

I guess I’ll find out after the new moon. “OH, look, he brought my slut sister.” Sakina laughed. I sighed, frowning as I looked at my elder sister. There was once a time I looked up to her. I thought she was terrific. She was the bar I set myself against. I trained and studied so hard to try and at least reach her level. But that all was tarnished the first time she raped that werewolf. And it crumbled into nothing when she pushed me into binding Isis.

Behind me, I could hear my sister whining and begging for the charm like a spoilt pup. If I had done that I would have been met with disdain and irritation. But I could hear my mother coaxing her without any irritation in her voice. The contrast felt like a mockery of my situation. I noticed my brother there, smiling at my sister who was throwing a tantrum. No one thought it was acting spoilt. "If you don't train hard to be a strong werewolf, you will end up doing jobs like picking rubbish," I heard my mother warn my sister. I froze, realizing they had seen me. I kept my head low, hoping they do not recognize me.

I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either. Oh, how the Adio line has fallen. My mother raped a werewolf, my aunt is mates with a werewolf, my sister is mates with a werewolf, and I have a vampire trying to claim me. Sure she said it to save me, but it will change everything about my life and hers.

He begs me and weeps bitterly, nagging and telling me about how he regrets hurting her, he finally admitted and confessed to me that he is in love with her and hopes he finds her. After so many cries and pleading, I finally give you and told him of her whereabouts, she is in her brother's pack, the werewolf's kingdom. She is the only sister of king Ryder. Miller Standpoint. My sister finally told me about my mate's whereabouts, I have been imploring and pestering her for a month now, she told me she is the werewolf king's only sister. Wow, I am tight-lipped, I quickly mind link my beta and third in command to get dressed to find their queen, including Amira who follows us.

I’m not his mate – my half-sister is. “What’s her name?” I ask, suddenly wondering if the orphaned pet stealing Owen’s attention is related to me. “Natasha,” Mother answers, and my shoulders drop in relief. Besides, if we share the same father, my half-sister is a werewolf – unlike Maya. “If the pheromones aren’t enough to seal the marking,” Mother adds, “maybe it’s time for us to pay that witch another visit.”

she said, her voice rough like sandpaper. “You fell into a mud pit. When you climbed out, you were covered head to toe in mud. Only your eyes were moving. “Your sister was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop, and you were laughing too, like two little mud monkeys. “There was another time when you tried to learn how to howl like a wolf. You couldn’t do it and got so frustrated that you kept stomping your feet. “Later, you figured out a way, humming through your nose. Your sister said you scared all the dogs in the village.”

It was more or less big, my sister had taken care of bringing all the furniture from our old house. -Some series. I put on N*****x and started to pass the series. -Teen Wolf," she says, and I look at her with an arched eyebrow, "Do you believe in werewolves? I felt something when she said that, but I ignored her. -No," I answered, "do you want to see that one? -Yes, let's see it. -Okay. -I clicked on the series and settled on the couch. - -It's late, I have to go now," Natalia gets up and grabs her bag.