Novels by BlackSwaan

The walls felt like they were closing in on her, each non existent brick by brick. She wanted to be strong, she wanted to pretend she had not just heard that Freya had put a spell on her. Lyra pushed past the thick velvet curtains, through the corridor lit by flickering torches, and slipped out into the darkened clearing. Her breathing was shallow, fists clenched at her sides. The air outside was cooler, sharper, cutting against her skin like the truth she’d just heard.There had been a spell on her all along.The calm, ever doting spiritual leader of the Night Light pack. Lyra wasn't completely stupid. She knew Freya had never been her friend. Her duty was to her alpha. What she had not expected was... A spell! To weaken her? To make her soft and easy to push around? What was it? Freya’s magic. Subtle. Insidious. A thread woven into her soul. And Selena had looked right into her and said it like it was just… fact.Lyra wrapped her arms around herself and stepped deeper into the

Alpha Kai’s stare was fixed on Selena as if he could drag the truth straight out of her mind.Her nose had been scrunched up like she was smelling something foul as she closed her eyes to remember every detail. "There's a certain smell..." Selena started, but shook her head almost like she was denying something only her could understand. “Start from the moment you saw her last, Selena,” kai said. His tone was calm, but the calm was the kind that carried teeth. Her reactions were not in any way putting him at ease. Selena swallowed hard, her eyes darting between him and Lyra. “She was in the garden behind the house. It was just after noon. The wards were still intact then, I checked them myself. But… something felt wrong.” She hesitated. “The air shifted. Heavily. My magic… it was muffled. That is the only way I can describe it.”“Muffled how?” Kai’s eyes narrowed.“Like someone poured thick oil over a flame,” Selena said. “I could feel it but I could not touch it. I went outside and

The world had tilted sideways.Lyra stumbled from underneath Kai, not really remembering what had just happened between them. All she could hear was Willow.She stood frozen in the middle of the training room, her chest rising and falling too fast as her mother’s words rang over and over again in her head.Willow. Gone. She was gone. Not just gone, she had been taken. "Taken? By who?" She asked, feeling stupid for asking even when a certain name kept gnawing at her mind. Scratching at her senses. Selena was still breathless, trying helplessly to put her words together and explain."They... I saw... Lyra...Willow. They took..." Tears streamed down her stoic, mature face. Lyra could see her mothers lips moving, bit she could not hear. The training room felt suddenly too small, the stone walls pressing in like they were going to crush her. The heat from the sparring match still clung to her skin, but it had turned cold now, cloying and sticky. Her heart thundered in her ears, drown

The training room in the mountain house was large... And now with Selena and Willow back to their own home after the visit to the Blood court, the entire mountain house looked bigger and emptier than before. It was back to just Lyra and Kai being the only ones there, and Alpha Kai spent all free time training Lyra. The room was lit only by smoldering sconces and the direct light from the beautiful, colorful setting sun. The air was thick and humid from the steam coming from mountain air. The training chamber echoed with every impact, the stone walls lined with torches that flickered wildly from the force of Lyra’s movements. She was panting, sweat slicking her brow, but her eyes gleamed with a fire she hadn’t felt in weeks. Opposite her, Kai stood loose and relaxed, shirtless, his dark tribal tattoos in full view. The image of his nude chest was NOT helping her concentrate. She was beginning to think that had been his plan all along. Distract her and then beat her. Lyra panted as

Immediately Lyra had returned back to Kai's home on the high mountain, she had barely paused to enjoy the setting sun casting beautiful colors around the doorless and windowless home. Lyra paced the stone-floored chamber Kai had given her. The flickering lanterns along the walls cast shadows that danced across her skin as she moved. Her boots clicked with every step, her arms crossed tightly over her chest — more to hold herself together than out of comfort.Everything felt too still after what had happened in the throne room.She’d punished someone. With power that felt like it didn’t just rise from inside her, but crashed through her like a damn tidal wave. And then… his touch. She could still feel the ghost of his touch and that was just crazy. This is Kai for goddess sake. The insufferable, disgustingly proud and cocky Kai. The arrogant Aloha who had teased and mocked her to no end... And yet he had protected her over and over again. But the moment their bodies connected, a cur

Power crackled from Lyra like wildfire, her hair was blazing bright, her eyes were glowing silver-blue. The marble beneath her feet began to crack and splinter in the shape of a web around her feet. The light coming from her coiled tighter around Liliana, lifting her slightly off the floor like a rag doll, choking on her own gasp.Kai stood now.And though his face remained unreadable, Lyra felt his energy shift, ready, controlled, watching her closely.Lyra wanted to stop, to reel in her power, but she could still hear Liliana’s words. That dismissive tone. That smirk. The idea that she would always be a toy in someone else’s hands.No. Not anymore.Lyra took another step forward, her breath ragged, her chest rising with every surge of magic coursing through her. The air in the throne room was alive now—sparking, humming, furious. The werewolves closest to her dropped their eyes or flinched.“I am not something to be broken,” she said, voice thick with rising power.“I am not yours

"Azaziel" That voice. It had been so long since he had heard it. Azaziel's heart almost caved in his chest as that soft voice blossomed again from the Anchor bond. "Azaziel, Can you hear me?" Azaziel's eyes we're still brimming red as he held Vynessa's father on his throat, dangling him in the air like a chew toy but he responded. "Little one" He responded into the bond. "Ca... Can you come home?" Home. She asked if he could come home. The meaning of the word was not lost on Azaziel. But with the way she had been acting the past few days, it could just be something else. "Are you alright, Little one?"She did not respond. He waited, her father still struggling and choking in his hold. Then a thought struck him. What if Khaos had returned? What if he was bothering her? "Vynessa?""I'm alright, Azaziel. Please come home" she finally responded. "I'm with your father""I know""I'm not done yet, Little one""But I want you back at home. I don't care if they stay alive. You don't h

Little She-demon. Me. A little SHE DEMON!!! I've always wanted a home, a sense of family. I've always wanted the love of my parents. I begged and craved for it all my life and it never came. It never came because those people were not my parents. They did not love me. I wasn't they're child. No wonder they picked possessions and houses over me during the divorce. I had felt it was insane before. A misunderstanding. And yet, now it all makes perfect fucking sense. Not that I had any left.The first few hours after he’d told me, after that truth had slipped from his lips like a fucking death sentence, it felt like my life had been all a fucking lie. Who the fuck was I? Unwanted in the human world and a fugitive in the demon world too? I knew Azaziel cared for me, was worried for me, I saw it in the way he had hovered near the wall, hanging around but not coming too close, like he was afraid to touch me. Good. I didn’t want him close. Not when I couldn’t even recognize myself.The mi

The lights flickered in the hallway Azaziel was standing in. It when off, buzzed and then came on again. Azaziel stood in the surrounded by dark, gleaming shadows in the hallway that was obscenely drenched in sterile white, the silence humming louder than any scream. Hospitals were curious places, they fascinated him. All this effort to keep people alive, to cling to something as fragile as breath. Just to live a life that was still damned to end. He watched the doctor through the glass panel, her back turned, arms folded. Vynessa’s mother, or rather, the woman who had dared to call herself that. She’d aged a little more since the last time he’d seen her at the gala where she stood and watched his anchor be humiliated, touched and groped by an old weasle. Her face did not sure her true cruel and selfish side, it was her eyes that bled with wickedness. He stepped through the glass like it was mist.She didn’t hear him at first. Then she spun around in started fear. She looked at

If he had been human, Azaziel's mouth would have been hanging open from shock. He kept looking at Vynessa holding up the bed frame like it was a side stool, his mind not quite wanting to believe what his eyes were seeing. The heavy, wrought-iron monstrosity wasn’t just lifted—it was being cradled effortlessly in her grip, like a twig, like air. His anchor...Vynessa... This small, broken little girl was holding onto the heaviest looking sofa by the tip of her fingers. It defied logic. Physics. Everything he had quietly convinced himself about her limits. Even now, after the bond, after the truth had split her world apart like a lightning strike, a part of him had clung to denial. It wasn't that he could not believe it, or that he expected her to be weak and puny forever... It was that he was really not prepared for her change. He had still held on to a tiny hope...That she might just be… mostly normal. Human enough to remain untouched by the shadows of hell. But this? This

The silence was worse than her screams.Azaziel stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her. She lay curled on the far side of the bed, facing the wall, swaddled in a blanket too large for her frame. He’d brought it to her after she'd passed out in his arms—but not before she’d flinched at his touch.She hadn’t said a word since.Not one.Not even a glance his way.She’d opened her eyes hours ago. He had felt it—through the bond, through that warm hum of presence that now lived within him. But when he spoke her name, she didn’t answer. When he knelt at the bedside and whispered apologies he couldn’t begin to explain, she turned her face deeper into the pillow.And that... that broke something in him.Azaziel exhaled slowly and dragged a hand down his face. His body buzzed with residual fury—some of it still aimed at Khaos, but most of it now turned inward.He should have told her.He’d had the pieces, had gathered them one by one like breadcrumbs left in blood. The moment he fel

The wind outside screamed like it had a score to settle with the windows.Azaziel stood by the far side of the penthouse, his back turned, arms braced against the railing of the balcony. He’d barely spoken since the moment Khaos disappeared into the floor. Just... silence. Cold and brutal. The kind of silence that wasn’t empty, but thick with the weight of what he hadn’t said.Vynessa didn’t move. Not at first. She just stood, rooted to the spot, her eyes on the floor where Khaos had been moments ago, her breath trembling out of her lungs.She didn’t understand why her legs still held her up. Maybe it was the shock. Maybe she wasn’t standing at all and the floor was just holding her body like a tired lover. But when her knees finally buckled, it was Azaziel who caught her.He didn’t speak. Not right away. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing—because apparently, she didn’t—and carried her to the long, low couch. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, like he was trying not