Black Swan R34 Novels & Stories

I can see them begging for me, kissing my shoe, and treating me as their master. - - - Third Person's POV Rhea is smiling secretly while she is doing her disguise. She puts black contact lens and a black wig. She also hide her freckles on her face. She made her eyes smaller. She looks at herself in the mirror. "Wow. You really look an Asian and not an American anymore" Dwyane said. "But you are still beautiful." "Thank you. You are also," Rhea said. Dwyane also changes himself. He does some make-ups to make himself look as an Asian. His blonde hair became black. He made his tummy bigger than usual so that he will look very differently from his true appearance.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

he whispered, his eyes narrowed in concentration. I nodded, my muscles tensing in anticipation. "Prepare yourselves," I ordered, my voice low but commanding. With a primal roar, we burst forth from the cover of the trees, our battle cries echoing through the night. The Rival pack was caught off guard, their Alpha taken aback by our sudden onslaught. "Slay them all!" I bellowed, my voice cutting through the chaos of battle. Swords clashed, claws tore through fur, and teeth sank into flesh as the two packs collided in a whirlwind of violence. Flames erupted from the underbrush as firebombs were hurled into the fray, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.

I pulled my gaze from his face, just to catch what had been scribbled down on the pages. “Moonstone powder, freshly crushed, dried wolfsbane, a lock of the subject's hair (voluntary or taken by force), one drop of blood from the caster( not older than 3 hours)” I ticked the items off the list one by one and the more I did that, the more tendrils of fear made its root into the pit of my stomach. “Three blessed iron pins, nightshade oil, a silver bowl, engraved with an open eye symbol, candles, all colors of red black and white and sage tied with a red string.’ “Some of these things are illegal.” I whispered as my throat tightened. “Sone of these things are dark and…”

I inhaled and held my breath. "I, Crystal Grimme, do hereby reject you, Alpha Adrian Caul, as my mate"

Hearing her scream my name, feeling her walls greedily milking my cock, watching her head throw back—all of it right before she exploded into another wave of blinding pleasure—made the monster inside me laugh again. My dark, triumphant laughter filled our bedroom as my little swan completely broke apart underneath me, beautifully ruined.

"My marked alpha is absolute perfection in the sheets and on the throne logs. Compared to his giant frame, Thorne Blackwynd is a total beta loser with no raw power. How stupid would my wolf have to be to look at that stray dog twice?" "Anastasia—I mean, Zafira?!" my roommate, Selka Dreadmoor, shrieks from the window logs the moment my boots kick open the door of room 517, her face twisting with an immediate flash of bitter female jealousy. "Why did your skin come to the campus grounds without your heavy black face-paint and rogue clay?" "If your own snout likes that ugly, garish slave-makeup so much, Selka, why don't your own paws smear it across your fur?" my mouth replies with an icy, free

Raphael’s voice is heavy, his gaze wary as he looks up. An odd sound comes from the darkness of the trees, almost like a crack of a branch. Raphael sets me down. The moment he pulls away, a raven dives at him. He slaps it aside, but another swoops down, then another. In seconds, he’s swarmed, wings beating, claws striking. “Raphael!” I begin to pull the ravens away from him. “Stop!” I shout. I can’t see a single part of Raphael’s torso. It’s swallowed in black wings. He spins, arms thrashing against the swarm.

His voice was cold, yet there was a threat in his words, as if he were warning me to think before speaking, but he doesn't know how desperate I am to take my revenge. "I will become your personal whore. You both can use me for your pleasure in bed." My words had barely left my lips when a hard slap cracked across my cheek, sending me crashing to the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I touched my throbbing cheek and looked at Nash with widened eyes. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were switching colors from blue to golden, showing his wolf on the surface. He was having a hard time controlling his anger. "Nash," Daniel growled and pulled him away from me. "What are yo