Dark Swan Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

Anya asks him. Demitri shakes his head. “No, it’s more than that. I’m sworn to Alexei for life. Where he goes, I go.” “Oh wow,” my woman whispers. “How long have you been his custodian?” “Almost fifty years.” “Holy crap.” She lets out a chuckle. “That’s impressive.” “Eat, moya malen'kaya lyubov',” I remind her. “Oh, right.” I lean closer and whisper, “Or you won’t get any dessert later.”

Scarlett’s POV Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

Her breath came out in shallow, useless puffs. Her golden eyes stared listlessly at the night sky. The crescent moon hung there, waiting for her to call, but the fog obscured it, making the light it gave too weak for her to call her wolf forward. Too weak to heal. Too weak to do anything. Even if the moon shone directly on her, she wouldn't be able to shift. Because of the wolfsbane they injected her with. This was how Silvervale dealt with some 'Traitors'. They let plunge one thousand feet into freezing snow. And if you survive? The cold finishes you off.

The ground shimmered with the energy, and the shadows around us seemed to deepen, to gather and coalesce into a thick, swirling vortex. He was sending a message. A desperate plea for an audience. An offer of an alliance to a forgotten king who had just claimed their "omega." The air grew heavy with a suffocating anticipation. We waited in a tense, silent huddle, the only sound the faint, wet dripping of blood from Orion's hand. Draven was pacing, his wolf barely contained beneath the surface of his skin, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Damien was staring at the ground, his face a mask of regret. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, a mixture of dread and a twisted, terrifying c

Within moments, she stood before him, wrapped only in the tattered remains of her white ceremonial dress. "Elias, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I don't understand what's happening. This isn't my fault!" "Isn't it?" He stepped closer, but kept a safe distance. "The Onyx wolf appears only when darkness taints the bloodline. What darkness have you hidden from us, Serena?" "None! I've hidden nothing!" Tears streamed down her face. "We were supposed to be mates. You promised to stand by me always." Something flickered in his eyes—doubt, perhaps even regret—but it vanished quickly.

“The mate bond. Do you think I'm lying? Do you think I used Fae magic to accomplish it?” She stops walking, silent for a moment. I wonder if I’ve broken her. But then she says. “King Sven has dark magic from his unknown mother, and he's sure you haven't awakened your Fae energy yet and I believe him wholeheartedly. I don't think you're lying, Olivia. I also don't really care to know what's between you and King Sven, but I believe you too.” “Y-you believe m-me?” I stammer, stunned.

She looked lovingly into his eyes as his hands rummaged through her bare butt in a lustful massage. “I can’t carry your pups. Except you reject her. If you want an heir bad enough, you will reject her this minute. She’s been watching us. She knows everything now.” Swara heard her twin negotiate with her fiancé. They were supposed to be married after her wolf got stronger. But here he was promising another lady his love and loyalty. He turned in shock to see standing there – a shadow of myself. My eyes spoke words my mouth could not utter. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. And I was too hurt to do anything about it.

I rushed to Swan's tent where my suspicions were confirmed. "D'Laurentis?" I asked Nimrod's father who sat across from Swan with a stoic look on his face. "Luna Mckenna. It's always lovely to see you," he said before vanishing leaving behind a dark cloud of smoke. "Did he give you his blood?" I asked desperately. "He did," she answered. "That's it?" I asked. "That's it," she replied stirring a small cauldron. "Swan?" I asked annoyed by her shortness with me. "Luna, I'm sorry, but I really need to focus on NOT messing this up. D'Laurentis really had no interest in helping us until I informed him that his daughter, Alexis had been held prisoner there for years. All this time Nimrod had him bel