My Sisters A Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

I moved closer to Ann and placed my hand on her nose. She nuzzled it and whimpered. It was done. My sister was a werewolf. She didn’t feel human anymore, she felt different just like Joe, Billy and Ash. Maria went in for a hug and I joined her. I held onto her tightly, my hand joined to Maria’s under Ann’s throat. “I love you both so much.” I cried. “Ann!” Billy yelled. We stepped back. “Go before he comes in here after you.” Ann yapped and squeezed through the door. We heard Billy’s loud howl before the night went silent again.

Wait, what? Kill me? Kimia started giggling. “Kam’s being stupid. We wouldn’t kill you, you idiot.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Humans taste disgusting.” “Kimi!” I stomped my foot as Kimia and Mina walked past me giggling. I followed behind them still a little bit in shock. My best friends are werewolves. My best friends are werewolves! How awesome is that? I tried to contain my excitement as we snuck back inside to get Mina’s pajamas. I volunteered as tribute to distract my sister while the wolves snuck into her room.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

I am her older sister and I can do everything just to save her from these werewolves. “Do–Dont do that! Please!”, I said pleading as I sob but they are not listening. “Just enjoy the show, woman”, the werewolf on my right side commented, smiling like he really likes what is happening in front of him. I look at him in disbelief. Is he telling me that I should enjoy watching my sister being molested by a pedophile? They are ridiculous! They are the worst! “Ah–Ahira”, my sister called and I became desolated when she gave me a weak smile.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

I asked. "Yup, she is Jessica's older sister," Evelyn nodded. I guess now that explains why can't I take her out of my head. Just because I have a werewolf brother, I have seen werewolf women as well. He was not with other girls ever but whenever we saw a werewolf woman out there, Ash always told me that she was a werewolf. And man... I won't lie, werewolf woman are damn beautiful... Their physic, beauty, smile, everything... Every single thing about them is beautiful. I was always amazed by their beauty.

I was to run to fetch her clothes, to get her up in the morning, to shower her, to change her diapers, to fetch her food, her laptop, her mail, her magazine… She was beautiful, like her daughter, so it was easy to see why Uncle Harry was completely blind to her ugly and disgusting heart. She was in her 40s, but thanks to the werewolf aging process, she looked like her daughter’s older sister and not her mother. The only difference was that Aunt Cathy was blond, like my mother and me. Yeah! What are the odds?! My mother and aunt were sisters and my father and uncle were brothers. But you know---werewolves, bitches! They’re too lazy to look far away for their mates. I was just relieved that ou

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.

She blushed and went along with Rabia. “Hey, what is November? She doesn't smell like a Dragon or dragon ling,” my sister suddenly mind links me. “Do not tell anyone but she is a werewolf,”I tell her. “A wolf!? How did she get here!? And she seemed nice.” “Yeah, she is nice and it made me realize that not all wolves are vicious killers. So basically she's staying here but in the meantime she's not allowed to shift or set anything on fire or kill anybody,” I say.