Black Swan Kotlc Novels & Stories

"I'm leaving you a choice, Isla. Take the money and walk away. Or take the Registry and finish what I started." The video cuts to a schematic. A blueprint appears on screen. Zurich Credit Bank. Sub-basement level. A vault within a vault. Hidden. Unlisted. Illegal. Patrick's voice plays over the schematic, a ghostly narration. "This is the brain of the Black Swan. Destroy it, and you kill the network." The video ends. The screen goes black. I sit there for a moment, the hum of the laptop fan loud in the quiet room. I close the laptop. I look at Gabriel.

"Do it." Cruz nodded, starting to take off his clothes. I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing, Cruz? Put your clothes back on." Deep down, I knew what he was saying was true, but I was in complete denial, unable to fully comprehend what my eyes were seeing. Suddenly, his eyes turned bright blue and then his body started to morph and change, his nose elongating as his arms quivered, until gray fur sprang from his skin. When his paws touched down onto the sandy earth a moment later, he was a gray wolf. Not just any gray wolf... but the same wolf I had nursed back to health. That's when everything went black.

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.

I also slice a melon fruit and apple before I settle myself on the dining table. Eating silently I notice the huge painting across the glass wall here in the dining room. I stop chewing my food and tilted my head. It was an image of a black swan that has a white reflection on the water... "There will be no ugly duckling story in real life" I whisper to myself after a couple of minutes staring at the painting.

Aaron told him, Icardi sat with his eyes closed. He was mumbling a lot of words that were not understood by everyone Black wanted to destroy more of her body but he felt something stopping him He looked at the magician with malice, to get away from above her and head towards him with the intention of killing him!! But he stopped in the middle of the road and began to let out a groan in pain, "You graduate from the Alpha," he shouted one last sentence and as soon as he was silent The alpha wolf had fallen to the ground just like a corpse

When it ended, the nearly three-meter-tall silver werewolf roared at the sky with a howl that split the clouds above. Beside him, Sasha Volkov let himself be taken by his darkness. His black fur flowed like living shadow, flaming amber eyes igniting as a dark mist spread from his claws. He let out a hoarse, deep laugh as his shadow detached and took form beside him, like a second hungry Lycan. “This… is fucking liberating,” Sasha murmured, his voice now reverberating like muffled thunder. Nikita Kovalenko was kneeling, claws sunk into the frozen ground. His body had become a living structure of ice and steel, silver runes pulsing beneath his skin. A beam of cold energy spread from his should

Kir says as she looks over to the male. Rather than speaking Kotar simply shifts to his dark brown timber wolf form and stares up at Kir. Kir smiles with satisfaction as she shifts into Kirala, her black and dark blue wolf. The two wolves take a moment to stare at each other before Kirala howls playfully and takes off into the forest, Kotar following happily.

A beginning. The familiar voice had Chloe's head snapping to her left, eyes wide as one of the delicate shadows hidden in a corner suddenly grew in size and opaqueness. It unfurled itself like a cat uncurling from a long snooze in the sun except the shadow didn't take on the form of a cat. The familiar build of a wolf stepped forward. Giant pitch black paws sent waves of dust into the air in their wake as if they were as real as the pot beside them. The beast took a few steps towards the blonde before shifting once more. The front paws left the ground as the strange wolf figure reared up. The solidness of the body suddenly became fluid, losing all form like smoke blooming into the night air

I struggled trying to calm my angry wolf still groaning in pain, my wolf was about taking control when I heard someone talk. "Keep calm, Storm," I heard Nova's voice calming me completely.

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.