Bell Swan Novels & Stories

He pulled off the black socks he was wearing and stuffed them into Evelyn's mouth. Evelyn whimpered and desperately shook her head, the foul smell of the socks almost making her pass out. But Keven smirked, "Miss Swan, you're highly regarded with your premium status. Since you don't respect our lady, this is a small token of our 'appreciation' for you!"

Doctor Khe points at me and goes over to help Leticia. “Dragon fruit?” She drops her hand from her head and looks around. “No. What? No. This isn’t right. I can’t. Not after all this time. I don’t have-” A deep snarl comes from the second floor, and Swagga saunters to the landing, sniffing the air. He looks down and roars at the Goddesses in the middle of the room, flicking his tail. Sun steps forward and growls fearlessly.

Robert pauses to take a sip of water, then continues. “At the final summit, however, the Lycan King and the Swan Queen both performed their dances and presented their gifts. The Swan Queen gifted both Kings a feather headdress plucked from her own molting feathers, as well as sixteen white horses for each of the Kings. The Lycan King gifted a fur cloak to each leader made from the skins of elk that he hunted himself, as well as chests of rich spices from our territory in the south.” “What did the Bear King present as gifts?” I ask, looking up from my notes.

I offered. I won't let Mr. Bennet pit us against each other. She nodded, her icy demeanor muting just a fraction. "Agreed." With that, we got to work. We began by breaking down each other's routines step by step. Liora shared her insights on the intricacies of the white swan's character and how to infuse it with vulnerability and emotional depth. I, in turn, offered guidance on the grace and poise required for the black swan, emphasizing the need for intensity and sensuality.

Haa I looked at Bella and noticed how her face fell, and Sean was looking at her sadly, too. Even everyone looked at her wobbly lips, and I knew she was about to cry. "But nothing to worry about, baby Bella. We have already sorted this out." Nora spoke with a small smile, looking at Bella before I walked to her to comfort her. "Sir Swan will be here in two minutes." He looked at Sean, his lips twitching sideways, and he nodded to Nora.

He stared expectantly at the man who entered, Swanson, he remembered. "Sir, there is a mixed blood wolf fairy at the front doors, she wants a meeting with you," Swanson said "they tried to turn her away, but she insisted you would see her. She seems pretty.... angry" he said, looking for all the world as if that were an understatement.

I could tell she was considering shifting anyway. It’s like how we’re not allowed to mix breeds. Even if I didn’t see you two at the barn yesterday, I can smell you all over the human, traitor. She seethed into the mind link.I threw my dominance into my stare, allowing my eyes to glow their crimson color, forcing her to submit. Ms. Swan got there first by tapping the ground by Olivia’s head before she could shift.

The kid sneezed, and Damian would probably commission a statue in his honor. "Hey, Damian," I cut in. "Why don't you whip up some baked pork belly for Hugo while it's fresh?" Damian side-eyed Hugo—who was already a step away from rolling instead of walking—and sighed. He looked like he was about to argue, but before he could, I gave Hugo the look. Cue the drama. Hugo flung himself onto the floor, pulling out every toy he owned. "I WANT PORK BELLY! I WANT IT NOW!" he shrieked, totally Oscar-worthy.

Sienna? Even though I had no interest in the witchy stuff, the fame of that witch didn’t spare me. Witch Sienna Swan from the Blue Swans coven was a name both feared and respected across all the packs. She was the coven’s head, training young witches to serve mother nature. All nature servants needed to get her approval before practicing magic. A part of me was relaxed to see that Vincenzo had called a nature servant to resolve the issues in the pack. I adjusted Enzley against my shoulder and inclined my head politely.

I closed my eyes in bliss as they enjoyed their wolf forms. I wondered what it would be like to meet my wolf. What color would she be? Brown like my hair? Or maybe white like my mother’s? A nudge on my hand pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up at Marcus in front of me. His tail wagged quickly and he pulled on my shirt with his teeth. I had no choice but to follow and he led me to the water. “What do you want?” I asked him. He used his head to gesture out into the water and I looked over to see a beautiful white swan swimming peacefully surrounded by four black swans. I assumed they were male surrounding a female and it felt like a sign. I was the white one and my men the black ones.