Black Swan Novels & Stories

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin. "There is no turning back..."

Damian tried to help Hugo lose weight, but Hugo couldn't stop sneaking snacks at school. He even managed to keep him off meat for two whole days—until Caleb and Betty showed up with a giant slab of pork. Hugo's eyes lit up. He looked ready to eat it raw. For once, Damian snapped. He yelled at Caleb and Betty, grabbed the pork, and chucked it out the window. But those two didn't get it. They kept insisting Hugo needed more food to "stay strong."

I zoomed out of the mansion, hate boiling within me like always anytime I sight them together. “Sebastian is mine and mine alone, no one else gets to have him” “You shouldn't be here frequently” Alpha Micheal, leader of the Black Moon pack,let out coolly. “I wouldn't be here if there isn't an issue at hand. I need you to help me erase traces of something I bought” “And what might that be?” He asked me, an amused look crossing his stupidly handsome face. “It is crucial for the plan, I need everyone involved cleared too”

“Now, before we get there and I potentially offend one of my oldest friends, let me tell you about the last of Reagan’s sisters arriving today. Malin is mated to my son and she is a true Holstin. They have six pups and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she pulled an Angel and ends up having another pup several years younger than the others, just like Reagan. Emerson is mated to Malin’s twin, Quinn. Somehow, Emerson has managed to keep Quinn to a respectable four pups, but you never know. She’s a Holstin, after all. Both of them have a set of twins, both girls. They are terrors and I can say that because one set of those twins are my granddaughters. And by terrors, you understand that I mean

Darius lunged toward me, but the ground split between us as energy exploded from my skin. I screamed, at least I think I did, because everything was noise. Pain swirled around me, followed by light and then silence. The air shifted, but I didn't miss the way my bones realigned in a swift, liquid pull, snapping into a new shape I had never felt before. My skin dissolved into fur, white as moonlight. My heartbeat stabilized, my breathing deepened, and I stood. On four legs. A hush spread through the field, and it would have remained like that had someone not whispered. “A… snow wolf?”

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color? - I have a fair one, but no matter how strange it may sound, purple is clearly seen. And-and-and ... - fell silent. The devil felt my curiosity about the appearance of her brother's wolf, but apparently she was waiting for a question from me. Silence reigned in the room, and I did not dare to ask the question I wanted to. I thought - amber, ametrine. Maxim mentioned some kind of Slavka Oniksov - all these are semi-precious stones and the names are appropriate, and his mother from the Silver flock is metal.

The figure dressed in black stood, watching, waiting. At the sounds of chatter the figure tilted his head slightly. His dark pupils with a white Iris, saw three figures tumbling through the trees. For a second he contemplated his choice, but decided that in this case dumb was safer. He also considered that theses women had their own vendetta that just so happens to aline with his. The women soon draw near and stopped. "Well do you have it," one of the women, the mother he presumed shakily. A rythmatic chuckle went through. The ladies did not know whether to be scared of it or fall in love with.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."