My Sisters A Werewolf Romane & Geschichten

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.

The curtains billowed in the wind, and the moonlight poured in through the windows, illuminating my scarred and blood-stained body. As I reached the end of the hallway, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was my sister, Lauren, her head bowed low. "Greetings, brother," she said, her voice filled with reverence. "I have gathered the pack as you requested." I followed her into a large chamber, where dozens of wolves were gathered. The room was alive with the sound of their breathing and the rustling of their fur. There were different kinds of wolves - alphas, betas, omegas, and more. But I was the most powerful of them all.

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.

Murdered. I shudder, curling up tighter, trying to rid myself of the images but they come anyway. My father lying, with his throat ripped out. My mother, half covering him, wailing before they gut her and leave her to bleed out and die. And my sister, Lia, my beautiful sister. Her long locks splattered with blood. Her face completely obliterated as if she’d caused some offence to the Moon Goddess herself. She was meant to be a queen. She was destined for greatness, we all knew it. Everyone knew it. The entire Werewolf world knew it.

“Okay mother, I get it. You don't need to exaggerate the event. I will go if that's what you want.” She smiled but I could still see some sadness in her eyes. “I know the moon festival is not something you always look forward to. But just know that, you don't have a wolf now doesn't mean you're wolfless… or weak, don't let their words get to you. You're one of the strongest wolves a pack could ever ask for and I believe you will get your wolf in due time just like your sister did.” This is ridiculous. Werewolves only exist in movies like twilight and the likes of it.

"During the years that we have been hunting werewolves, we discovered that they take human females as hostages. Because we killed their kind, they abduct our women and use them to breed." Aria's stomach turned. She put her cup down with a slightly trembling hand. Her fingers turned cold. "No." She breathed and her uncle looked at her sympathetically. Her sister was only sixteen when she disappeared. "Excuse me." She said standing up hastily. She felt sick as she hurried out of the room not wanting to empty her stomach where the rest of them were having breakfast. She hurried through the hall, her nausea growing with each step as images of her small innocent sister surrounded by those large m

Dad seethed immediately as my brows gathered in confusion. "I have found out through the ring that your mate is a werewolf and also a pack hunter, but not just that, she is a member of the pack that murdered your sister! BLUE MOON PACK! " My mum bawled, and my jaw dropped as I gaped at her in great shock.

“We’re both the current Alpha’s sisters. The Alpha isn’t even mated yet!” “We’re not talking about Alpha Summers, wench. We meant Alpha Rickart’s daughter. Which one of you is it, huh?!” the man demands. Alpha Rickart? The original Alpha family that was written on that white book for Alphas? The wolf presses its paw on Valerie’s neck causing her to cough. My heart starts beating rapidly and the tears I’ve been trying so hard to suppress cascades down my cheeks. I don’t care if he ends up grazing my neck or dislocating my shoulder. That werewolf is going to suffocate my sister to death. “Don’t hurt her!” I jab my elbow to the man's abdomen forcibly.

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.

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”