Sisters Of House Black Novels & Stories

"And why did you connect to shadow magic that matches our demon summoner's signature?" "Because the summoner is my sister." The room goes silent. "Your sister," Hope repeats flatly. "Half-sister, technically. Same father, different mothers. Her name is Valeria Blackwood. She's nineteen years old, completely insane, and has been planning this genocide for five years." "Blackwood? As in Elder Blackwood?"

Eva Black sighed softly and quietly: "Don't be unhappy; I've got your back. We can always uncover your sister's shortcomings, and we will absolutely let her leave the family and the Su family since I am in the family and you are in the Su family." Then, from behind, came footsteps. Eva Black was taken aback. She look up her phone with both hands and pushed it . "Who?" she asked as he looked around. She took a step back from his guilty conscience when I spotted Mary Kinson "Why?" The lovely fox eye hooked a sleepy smile as Mary Kinson raised her phone: "I'd want to contact my sister. So I came over because I couldn't get through when conversing." "It's amusing that you can't reach your sist

When the Dark Lord, the leader of the Dark Circle found out that a child was born, one destined to stand against him, he sent his fucking leeches to our Pack to get my sister, the prophesied one. My mother, Fiona Black, also one of the leaders of the Crystal Fortress witches, lost her life trying to protect Sheila at all costs. That was the last time I saw her as a child, and the entire Pack fell apart. Only the heavens know what the moon goddess was thinking pairing my sister with the son of the man that ruined our lives. Killian was as vicious as his father, the enmity that existed between Killian and us was one that could never be forgotten, it worries me to think about exactly what he wi

My mind was too focused, too sharp, locking onto every movement, every flicker of light that could mean danger. Levi signaled for me to take cover as we reached a grand staircase. The second floor loomed above us, shadows stretching along the balcony railings. This place had been his home once, but now it was a graveyard waiting to be filled. A voice rang out from above. “You are making this too easy, brother.” Levi’s sister stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in black, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her gun dangled at her side, but she did not look worried.

“You do not scare me. Sister or whatever you say you are.” Selene smiled cruelly. “I should baby, because I am the only one who knows the whole truth. And I have proof.” She held up her phone. On the screen was an old photo of a woman with long black hair and storm gray eyes holding a tiny baby. The woman looked exactly like my mother. Under the photo was a birth record. Raven Blackthorne. Mother: Rowan Black. Father: listed as unknown. Selene tucked the phone away. “One text to the council and your life ends. Stay away from what is mine, little sister. Or I will burn everything you love.”

Mrs Black glanced at the children and back at Leilani. "You are right." She said and stood up from the chair. "I should probably leave you and your wife for sometime. I'll go and do some shopping for my grandchildren then come back later in the evening." Mrs Black was even more excited than everyone else. Having five grandchildren within a year. The biggest blessings she could ever ask of. Few minutes after Mrs Black left Greg and his fiance Zoey were led inside the room. Greg's eyes zeroed on his sister that was laying down on the bed and then slowly towards the babies inside the baby cart.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I told her. "That's nice," she muttered, adding a long bow with her brush to the canvas leaning against the wall. The painting would be rainbow if not all black. My sister has been brooding ever since Darren came. She went to her office, but stayed in her room instead. Days passed with her throwing black clouds over the house with her emo paintings and upbeat music. I started to feel guilty again, but no part of me wanted to put myself in her place. I'd much rather have a husband who wasn't so rude, unlike any woman I'd ever heard of, and who, to be honest, wasn't as good-looking. It may sound strange, but to me it makes perfect sense.

My Beta just growls back to me, oh I hope it’s not the two of them that are coming. “Morgan, Diona and Nessa please step forward” The sister says and I watch as my Beta swears under his breath. The three witches step forward and slip their robes off leaving them in all black with a small satchel over their shoulder. All three are dressed identical with their hair braided back, they look the part.

"I Luna Mara Blackclaw of Blackclaw Pack hereby denounce you Avery Omega as my daughter" Then my sister steps beside her with a smirk followed by my brother. "I Lucy Blackclaw, daughter of Alpha and Luna Blackclaw, hereby denounce you, Avery Omega as my sister" "I Drake Blackclaw, son of Alpha and Luna Blackclaw, hereby denounce you Avery Omega as my sister".