Novels by BlackSwaan

Immediately they got back to the townhouse in the mountains, Kai put her down back on her feet, turned her around to face him and just stared at her. "What? I wasn't planning on doing that or hurting anybody." She immediately came to her own defense. "Who said anything?""You were looking at least like some deranged person. Kai just stared at her. "I did not do anything, anyway. Stop acting like I murdered someone. Tell me you don't feel the rage I feel right now. Tell me you're so emotionally mature that you don't feel the pain I feel. Of the life I was robbed. He killed your father too, didn't he?" Lyra stalked towards him, she stood face to face with home even though he was way taller. Commanding his attention and keeping it. "I saw your face when she was talking. When she spoke about the murders. The pain was there, very clear, very raw. You wanted to destroy something too. You wanted to make someone pay too. So stop acting like I'm some deranged, delinquent teenager not lis

Blood rushed into Lyra's head with so much force, she needed to sit down. She stumbled, struggling to find her seat, until firm, masculine hands directed her to it and helped her sit. What was this, this feeling of betrayal that was consuming her? "Step sister? You have a daughter?" Lyra asked, stunned. "I have two daughters, Lyra. You included" Selena replied, frustration evident in her face. Things were spiraling faster than she had imagined. The whole situation made her look older than before, like it was sapping the joy and vibrance from her skin. Lyra looked at the beautiful young girl again, she looked to be at least seventeen years old. Willow looked nothing like Lyra, except for the sharp, shiny eyes they had both obviously inherited from their mother. Even her hair was black. Selena dropped down to the chair below her, utterly defeated and tired. "I have a sister... A real sister" Anger and joy wared in Lyra's mind at the thought of it all being possible. She had family.

"I have told you I do not have a mother. I don't know who you're taking me to, but I'm not going to meet some stranger!"Lyra yelled, just as Alpha Kai picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. He was so done with her yapping and constant complaining. "Put me down you humongous, pompous, raving, disgusting, overfed pig!!!" She huffed, swinging her legs in a bid to come down from his hulking, broad shoulders. Kai took in a deep breath, holding her firmly. It was like he had just adopted a child. A tiny, lightweight crack baby that just wanted to have its way all the time. This was why he didn't have any offspring. Children were just too scatterbrained to live with him long enough to survive. What was he saying, they might all not survive it. Lyra kept swinging her legs. She stopped trying to get down and instead aimed to get in as many kicks to his chest as she possibly could while in that position. Kai raised his free hand up and landed a sharp slap to her ass before he coul

Alpha Kai had not come back to train her like he had promised, but when Lyra had finished dressing up in her chambers, she had walked out the a wide press of food meant for at least two people. She looked around but still could not find anyone. Had he brought it in himself? There was no way in or out, so except it was Kai, the person had to have transformed into their wolf and carried the large tray of food between their jaws and then climbed up the very large, very tall mountain without spilling anything. It had to be Kai then. He had not even made a sound or tried to speak to her after- whatever... It wasn't important anyway. She helped herself to the hefty meal. They was bread and gravy, rice and different sauces with and assortment of meat even eggs, fried and boiled, like the person who made them did not know which one she would prefer. After her heavy late breakfast, Lyra lazies about all day till it was dark and she was drowning in boredom. Falling into a lazy sleep, Lyr

Lyra shoved her irritation to the side. Again. For the thousandth time. After her last conversation with Kai, he had simply turned and walked away from her, she had waited in the large free-space all evening till the sky turned dark.He still did not return. She busied herself with checking the layout of the house. It was a large open space house with everything immediately in sight except for the blinds demarcating the different rooms. Upstairs where her room was, had been built different though, with solid walls surrounding it.It was like it had been stolen from a fairytale a females fantasy. A canopy bed, complete with an armoire and dressing table that occupied a wall, framed by those glass-less windows. The large bed was a creamy white with purple blankets and throw pillows that was literally everywhere on the bed. After searching its nooks and crannies for any sign of danger, Lyra relaxed. Just a little.She still had the sinking feeling that a member of the BloodClaw pack

Lyra laughedHer first and only reaction was to stand in front of the frowning Alpha Kai and laugh in his face.Was it funny? No. But if he thought whoever he had been speaking to was her mother, then he had been surely deceived.Alpha Kai stared at her, startled by her laugh. "Why are you laughing, Lyra? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you find this situation funny, Luna, I get it. Your mate didn't let you laugh in his pack? You're letting it all out now?" He said. That sobered her right up. She hated how he always had to have the last laugh in everything. "No. I'm laughing because you have got the wrong person. I haven't seen my mother since I was born and then, you magically found her? Out of nowhere? That doesn't sound funny to you? And it's 'former mate', you asshole!"He was still holding both of her hands in his one, huge palm, making her feel even more stupid. She could not even curse him out without looking like a silly kitten to him. Lyra wrenched her hand away. “I have no m

All Vynessa could think was, 'This demon must be crazy!' Never in her life had she ever been called a demon. She looked at herself again. She was so plain, it was laughable. She-demon? Her? Do demons do drugs? "I knew you weren't supposed to be here in the first place. You've got the wrong person" Vynessa said finally. She didn't even care for his mistake. She just needed him gone already. Azaziel narrowed his eyes at Khaos. “Just why would you concern yourself with my anchor?” He was so composed, it was chilling. Vynessa actually felt the room temperature lower. “Anchor? Now brother, you will be putting me in a difficult position” Khaos said, but he did not look a tiny bit uncomfortable. "Brother?" Vynessa said without hearing herself. "Yes, Vynessa. Brother" Khaos said, looking directly at her. She took the time to look at him thoroughly. He looked nothing like Azaziel.Where Azaziel's hair was pure, pristine white, Khaos was midnight black. His eyes bled pure black where Azaz

The next morning, Vynesss woke up sore and alone. She was excited. More than excited! She was not fully claimed and anchored to Azaziel. And yet, the nagging feeling that something was wrong did not leave her. She could not tell what was going on with him since he turned into a blank book whenever she asked him. She knew and understood he was protecting her, but she was his anchor now. Keeping secrets did not help anyone, and it did not get easier or help calm her nerves in any way. Deciding to try and forget it, and look up to the future good things, Vynessa chose to walk around the large house instead. She had not gotten a chance to explore the house the night before, so she grabbed the black dress shirt Azaziel had worn the day before and put in on. It still smelled of him. She was just about to close her eyes and breathe him in, when she noticed something shiny sticking out from under the bed. Fuck! Last night had been wild, she knew she had lost her earring when he'd had

"Hell no no no no"Azaziel advanced on her quickly, before she could react further. She squealed as Azaziel picked her up, hanging both her thighs on his hips while staring at her face wild with shock. “Be mine, Vynessa" He said, his voice husky and deep. "What do you mean? I'm already yours. Oh my God, Azaziel, you have wings""Language" He said and looked at her, but her eyes were glued to the space behind his head."Vynessa, concentrate""It's very hard to concentrate when they are large leather wings sticking out of your back, Azaziel. They're very distracting. In fact, they are all I can see. How have I never seen these before? Are they heavy? Wait, can I touch them? Do they hurt? Will they... "Azaziel crashed his mouth to hers forcefully, effectively silencing her. "There. Stay quietly, Vynessa darling" he growled. His lips still hovering above hers. Vynessa pouted, eyes dilated, but stayed still, she stayed silent. "You're my anchor, Vynessa, but until we bond and gain th

Vynessa could barely tell up from down when she was with him. He kissed her like it was his aim to erase. Like it was his aim to wash her clean from all her pasts and everything that came with it. He kissed her like he was a solid rock behind her and yet, a deep well of looming waters. Vynessa let herself go. Allowing herself to swim and drown within him. She pushed thoughts of her parents and the deep hurt she still felt aside. She would bring it back later and wallow in the pain, but for now, she was with him... But even as she kissed him, something felt off. "Is everything okay? You're distracted" Vynessa finally said, pulling away from Azaziel's arms to search his face. "You should be worrying about yourself, right now, little one. I plan to devour you tonight" Azaziel said and moved in to kiss her again, but she pulled away further. "Something's wrong, isn't it? You're deflecting again," Vynessa said, and he confirmed her suspicion by turning his head away and starting the

Not for the first time in her life, but for the glaring situation in front of her at the moment, it hit Vynessa how truly, truly alone she was. Her father wanted nothing to do with her except as a puppet he could control and parade around to his whims. She had always wondered if they ever found themselves in a situation like this, which would he pick. She wasn't surprised, after all even during their divorce, no one claimed her. And she always wondered why. Vynessa had seen videos of court vases we're both parents would fight tooth and nail to be the one to raise the child. Why wasn't her family like that? She remembered being snubbed again and again when she'd been a little girl, remembered how early on she'd promised herself to never allow anyone to snub her again, how quickly she had hardened herself. A string of nannies had raised her, women who'd never stayed long enough for her to form a bond with them, and by the time she'd hit adolescence, she'd been craving any form

Parties where not really Vynessa's thing anymore. But as she walked into the building where the gala was holding, she could feel a tiny bit of the joy she used to feel before when she usually attended. The business party was held in a large hall, with large tables filling the place surrounded by chairs and people sitting around their friends and business partners. It was the kind of thing her father would like. Perfect for him and the exterior he had built for himself over the years and expected everyone to believe. And by the looks of things, people believed. Swallowing the illusion her father had created hook line and sinker. Her mother on the other hand... Vynessa heard her before she saw her. Vynessa's mother stumbled towards her, already tipsy from the free champagne going around at the party. Behind her were two of her friends. "Oh look who's here. My poor darling daughter. You showed up even though you really hate this things. Don't you, Nessa dear?"Before Vynessa could e