Beau Swan Novels & Stories

"This is going to be a little uncomfortable." I felt it happen immediately—that swelling at my base. Anwen felt it too. Her eyes went wide, panic flickering there alongside the lingering haze of pleasure. "What's happening?" Her voice was wrecked, hoarse from all the screaming. I leaned in, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in—peaches, peonies, sweat. That scent that was purely her. "I'm knotting you," I murmured, settling more firmly against the oak, our bodies locked together in the most primal way.

Primrose. I watch the shock register on Iris’ face. There’s softness there too. I shouldn’t say much. But she deserves to know, so she can make her choice. “Gerald was mated to his Luna. Iris Herewit.” Pain sears through me. The memory cuts deep. That Blood Moon festival…dancing, the howling ritual, the circling. The Moon Goddess choosing our mates. I was chosen for Luke. Erianna for Patrick…to unite the Silver and Blue Wolf packs. And Gerald was chosen for Iris.

Daniel said. “What?” I asked. “It’s only a rumor but it’s been said that the she-wolf that he wants to make as his mate is Savannah.” Daniel said. “She’s not even 18. And he’s almost 50.” I growled. “I know. But he can’t claim her as a mate now. You know that, as well as I do.” Daniel said. I got up from my desk and stormed out of my office. I went to the woods where I stripped off my clothes and I started running through the woods again to clear my mind. But again, I ended up outside Savannah’s house.

I kept Lobo for myself because he was the smallest, so I make a mental reminder to introduce them sometime. “As for wild animals, I love black panthers, they are sleek and dangerous but graceful at the same time.” “Ah I can see why you like those, I am also a dog person, and my favourite wild animal is actually the swan.” “Really? Why?” “I think it is because they tend to stick to one mate once they pair up and have you ever noticed how protective the male can be over his mate when nesting?”

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

Forrest gritted his teeth, quite dissatisfied with his tone “It seems that the past assumptions about the sorceress's daughter also being able to practice magic were true. You are clearly blinded by an enchantment…” “Look!” Berthie interrupted them, pointing in the direction of the pack entrance, where the forest road ended “The swans are coming!” Bringing Corinne closer, Hunter looked away from the cougar and watched the old fashioned carriage pull up before them, with only a groom to drop the horses' lead and open the door, revealing the always haughty and elegant Alpha of the Swans, Dewey Bright, who didn't even give them a minute of attention, extending his hand to help the other person

“Beyond it is the canal, its water is reflecting the city lights, and there are a few sailboats out. In the distance you can see the sparse twinkling lights of Bellevue.” The town she had finally saved, she thought. Nate took her hand just as their server returned with their champagne, two glasses, and a bucket of ice. After giving her a squeeze, he did the honors, popping the bottle and pouring two flutes, one of which he passed to Mira before lifting the other for a toast. “To you, Mira . I hate to admit it, but you won.” She laughed and said, “Oh come on. You like it a little.”

Gosh! "What's wrong with you, Beau?" Commander Apollo was wondering what I was doing. "It's Orenciana. Call me Orenciana. Why are we on a first-name basis? Isn't that forbidden? It's in the rule book." "I'm the only one who will call you Beau." He cleared his throat."By the way, I like your name. It's like the word beauty..you're my beautiful disaster" he said with a grin. Flirt!

’s dad looked at him and said, “I bet you don’t even know the girl’s last name or even remember what she looks like.” Beau said, “She looked to be about 19 years old and had beautiful long brown hair and these crystal blue eyes that would put any woman to shame. She was stunning and was on her way to an interview at Straw’s Cafe. Oh and her last name is Kelp.” Beau’s dad sighed and said, “How did you even meet this girl that you seem to know so much about?” Beau sat down in his seat and said, “She wasn’t looking where she was going and I almost hit her. So to make it up to her I drove her to her job interview and I have to tell you I would rather marry her than anyone you have for me.” Beau’