Beau Swan Novels & Stories

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

I appreciated he was an extremely busy man who was pressed for time “Perhaps you could solve a mystery that was brought to my attention last night,” he mentioned, handing me the first task as his assistant. “The bear community has raised concerns about the possible contamination of White Lake. They have reported an influx of dead fish and animal carcasses in and around the falls. Then residents claim to have suffered from skin rashes after swimming in the lake. Fortunately, shifters have rapid healing abilities, but the family pets who had been swimming with the children have since become sick . . . some even died. It’s got the clan riled up as to what could’ve caused it. I’ll leave it in yo

Bump cars are fun! After our rather hectic time riding the bump car, Holly was so overjoyed that she immediately demanded that we ride another ride where we could all be in the same vehicle. I forgot what they called it, but we are riding some sort of water vehicle that’s shaped like a swan. Unlike the bumpcar earlier, this is more of a leisure ride where we just wander aimlessly in the water. The swan, as they call it, can accompany up to three people, which leaves Holly’s nanny back on shore to wait for us to finish. Ajax and I are the peddlers, while Holly is the driver.

Somewhere in the shadows, the blinds trembled as if holding back the city’s chaos—as if the room itself was waiting, patient and watchful, for him to speak. Declan Patridge stood far away in front of his unlit fireplace with his back to Andrew, his hand buried deeply in his pockets, sleeves rolled past his elbow—the epitome of a man winding down after another busy day, but still, Andrew gulped—the sound loud enough to grab Declan's full attention. “What brings you back here?” His somber voice landed like a blade in the haunting echoes of the office. The strains of Swan Lake bled softly through the office, all strings and sorrow, echoing against the tall windows like a memory that refused to

*If only I could get the chance to see his face closer and not through the sanctuary of my room or far across the ballroom. Emily is so lucky, he thought, the words echoing with a quiet ache. His sister would be down there right now, shining under the lights, sitting across from the man everyone feared and desired. Alexander King Costello. The Ice King. The one whose name alone could shift the balance of power in any room. Aiden had only caught glimpses before, enough to know the rumors didn’t do him justice. Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

Anbir muttered. "Well, if you don't want the pearl perhaps, I am simply wasting my time." The voice called out again. Anbir turned again. Apart from a swan that was wearing a crown, there was nobody around. It could not be? "Will you speak something?" The swan said impatiently. "You can talk?" Anbir literally jumped in shock staring at the majestic white swan with the little crown on its head. "Of course, I can talk! I am the king of swans, a descendant of Goddess Sarasvati’s pet swan. I am not some common bird." The swan replied looking offended.

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back.

"From this moment on, no one will ever hurt you again. St. Aurevin Medical Center in Brissane is the world's leading institute for sports injury recovery. They've agreed to take you, and they'll spare no expense to restore your body." "And this." He drew out a thick folder. "Your appointment contract as principal choreographer and associate artistic director of Arcadia Ballet. From today on, you'll never live under anyone's shadow." Caelan rose to his full height, his voice echoing through the hospital room. "She is Arcadia Ballet's Swan Queen, not dust for any of you to trample." Swan Queen. The words struck my heart like a clap of thunder. Lucian's face shifted from pale to livid, then bac