My Sister The Werewolf Novels & Stories

The moment was a bloody red. Even the full moon stared at Rori's immoral face before making an awkward look and leaving. It didn't feel as bad as she had imagined. Sleeping with the husband of her sister who was the head of a werewolf pack was a desire she thought she could avoid if she was given enough time to think it through. But, she didn't get enough time. All the moments she spent considering his offer were not good enough for her to come up with a decision that would favour both parties.

“Like to do some lickin’ on that kitten. What would happen if I turned her?” “You cannot. You get close, de girl’s specter consume you like de others.” “Eh, no thanks. Okay, well that plan’s out.” I resume work on my shoes, then pause again. “Wait a second. How did you know she’s a wolf?” “She de sister leader of de pack here.” “Here!? As in New Orleans!?” Again, she nods. “Shit. So, she could launch that thing on the vampire population here at any time and decimate my coven too?”

I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him. It couldn't be helped. Once a witch comes of age, she loses control when facing a man she desires. Her body naturally draws her closer. It was one of our fatal flaws. My sister reclined gracefully on the bed, a sheer silk cover draped lightly over her. It did nothing to hide her alluring figure. When she saw me enter, the smile faded from her face. Slowly, she lifted a finger and pointed toward an embroidered pattern on the table. "You stitched this? Good."

My little sister. My little sister was the prophesied moon wolf. She was akin to the right hand of the goddess. Born a wolf, but with powers of all supernatural kinds— wolves, faes, witches with both supreme and Grishan blood in her, and others— running through her veins and the ability to rule over them. She was the Moon Wolf, but we lost her sixteen years ago.

She is present when he seizes power, and he kills her without hesitation or pity. I’m sure she’s now content with her crush. She is madly in love with him and tries numerous times to flee from here, but she eventually abandons the idea when she falls madly in love with her mate. My brother, in turn, dismisses her and informs her that he is not interested in having a mate. He referred to her as a pitiful brat. He’s been bothering me about her whereabouts, saying I’m her only friend here. He pleads and sobs, nagging and telling me how much he hates hurting her. He finally admits and confesses to me that he loves her and wishes he could find her. Following so many pleas and pleadings. I finally

She chirped and I agreed with that. . . . We walked most of the way to the woods in complete silence. Not an uncomfortable silence in any way. “If you are a werewolf then who is the Alpha of your Pack?” She asked and her eyes were twinkling with curiosity. “Brother Riley.” She let out a gasp and covered her eyes in surprise. “That means your sister-in-law is the Luna of this Pack?” She asked and I nodded. “Yeah.” “Then what's the name of your Pack?” She was now jumping in excitement.

So as the tree clan heals, or gives life, he kills and take life. What the heck is my sister doing with these people? First a vampire, and now a tree killer, what else is in her group. In the forest, we reached where a piece of wood was carved and written. END OF ZONE, DO NOT ENTER. “Stay behind me!” My sister roared as she shifted straight into a big brown wolf. Her claws create a deep footprint on the soil. Three more shifted into their wolves, as they both pushed forward. I looked on with envy in my eyes, if only I had been able to shift willingly. That would have been great.

Jenna’s POV I’ve learned life has a way of piling surprises on me. Never knew our dad, then mom disappeared. I dropped out of school to work, just to keep Tamara’s bills paid. And now? Turns out my little sister is a werewolf. Not even a witch to make things easier, but a wolf. Life’s sense of humor is cruel sometimes. “Pass me the sugar, please,” a customer’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I slid the jar across, forcing a smile.

, I tell smirking at his dead body. On the other hand I watch Edward trying to dodge the attacks keeping an eye on the other beast which held my sister. “I got this”, I assure Edward as I run in my vampire speed to the werewolf dragging my sister in the forest. “Leo, help!”, my sister screams in pain as the werewolf tugs on her arm making her scream more in pain. I clench my jaw in anger stopping right infront of the animal who’s fur is brownish dirt colour making it loosen its grip around my sister’s arm. It tries to attack me as I growl in anger throwing a punch on its jaw.

The world of werewolves was a terribly dangerous place with such heavy and unprecedented conspiracies. "Who really are you, because you can't be my sister." Lilith said and Lyra grinned. "Believe it or not, I'm your sister Lyra, in the flesh." Lyra said and Lilith moved to hug her, holding her in a full embrace. "I've missed you Lyra." Lilith said with her eyes closed. "I've missed you too little sister." Lyra said, holding Lilith tightly to herself.