Novel & Cerita Who Is Black Widow's Sister

I pause, then add, “Mum never showed me any. Even when I asked.” He says nothing, just cups water in his hands and pours it gently over my skin. Warm. Comforting. But I miss his touch, miss the way his fingers make me feel like I’m safe, like I’m not broken. After a beat, I ask, “Was your sister involved in the fight tonight?” “She was upstairs. Fighting the women and any of Damian’s remaining kin,” he exhales. “She’s leader of the female betas.” I nod silently, the memory of her fierce expression when she barged into my room resurfacing. I banish it.

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.

"You mean your witchy coven sisters that thought they could get away with killing a beta in my pack?! And kidnapping my wife, holding her ransom for the moonstone? Of course I killed them." She growled with barely suppressed anger and I sat stunned in the chair. Vera was linked to the witches that had wanted the moonstone before five fucking years ago. "You killed my sister, Black Saint. And you're going to pay for that." "I've told you I don't give two fucks about your coven sisters—" "Briggs!" she yelled, her blood red nails pointed at Nathan. "Briggs was my sister and you killed her!"

“She is very angry at the both of us and she isn't alone.” I scoffed, a bitter sound of disbelief. “Zoya is my sister. She is but one woman.” “She was one woman,” Viktor corrected, shaking his head. “Not anymore. Now, she has a whole army of BlackRiver wolves behind her.” “What?!” Alan and I blurted out at once.

My little sister was the breach between the veil, a forbidden world that should remain sealed. And at times like this, I just couldn't help but think that Eric Blackthorn had just been a pawn, a greedy mindless puppet in what happened that night. My sister's safety has always been a priority since she was born. Both the Supreme and Grishan witches had always kept her safe and hidden from those who sought after her powers for one reason or the other. She was the center of all supernatural kinds. She was every bit of us, and at the same, something entirely different. Someone precious.

"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?"

I arched an eyebrow because now I was even more intrigued. “What do you mean? Who is it?” I questioned. “My sister…. Melania.” Chiara reluctantly answered. “Your sister? I didn’t even realize you had a sister. Liliana never mentioned a great aunt.” I frowned. So the person who betrayed the coven is Chiara’s sister. A sister that was supposed to be dead as long as I’ve been alive.

After my body gave birth to Samuel and Simona, Alistair told my ears that his tracking scouts had finally sniffed out his long-lost biological sister. My wolf felt incredibly happy for his family back then. “That is a great blessing for your bloodline, Alistair. Your boots should definitely attend,” I tell him with a warm nod. He keeps gazing deeply into my eyes, his mouth turning into a grim line. “Her hand is binding its name to Alpha Kaelen Blackthorne.” Bang! The heavy stirring spoon slips right through my numb fingers, hitting the stone floor with a loud clatter and splitting into a hundred tiny wooden splinters.

Could let Dante fight this battle alone. Or she could show them exactly who Sienna Moretti was. She stood. Slowly. Let the silence stretch. "You want to know what kind of woman I am?" Her voice carried across the chamber. "I'm the daughter of Arthur Blackwood. A man who made mistakes. Who hurt people. Who died because of those choices." She saw recognition flash across several faces. They knew the name. "I'm the sister of Julian Blackwood. A traitor who sold out everyone who trusted him for money and immunity." She lifted her chin.

Xavier said to her. “There is a white wolf on the quarter?” Liam asked, surprised “Yes, your sister” Xavier said to him. “What do you mean by my sister is a white wolf? I thought you couldn’t find her!” Liam said to him. “Well, she has been missing for a while but we have sighted a white wolf around ever since she left the palace. It could be her, it could be anybody else. Either ways, we know that your sister is very powerful. She is different from every other wolf. We have to find her before they do. That is what the big black bat has been looking for!” Xavier said, trying to add up all his information together in his head.