Duchess Swan Novels & Stories

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

Suddenly, she jumped high and expertly like a swan. “…!” It was such an amazing jump that everyone gasped. When she came back down on the floor, Silje straightened her legs to show off her sparkling boots. Now, it was her warrior side that came out. Gone was the fragile girl, and instead, a fighter was standing and challenging the camera. As she stomped on the floor hard with her boots, it was clear that Silje was ready to fight New York. With her intense smoky eyes and straight nose, Silje looked breathtaking.

And Arthur… Arthur was still out there, a silent partner in the chaos, watching his scenario play out. I pulled out the phone from my pocket. It had no signal, just as Luther predicted. But it had a notes app. I typed the word, my fingers numb with cold. SWAN. Keila peered at it. “Like the bird?” “Like the bird,” I murmured. And then it clicked. Not a bird. A song. A children’s song. “Swanee River.” Too obvious. A ballet. “Swan Lake.” Swan Lake. The story of a princess turned into a swan. A curse. A deception. A prince who must choose the right swan to break the spell.

ALEC My form is very majestic. And as an Alpha swan, I have two swan forms too. One to shift as a white swan to camouflage with other swans and my majestic black Alpha Swan form. They both look at me with shock and surprise on their faces. I do some tricks, paddle around, then I shift back. "How... how did you do that?" the princess breathes. "So easily? It took me so long, and it hurt so much..."

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

It was a gloomy day. She was doing her duties as a Duchess, and she watched Caroline come out of the forest with Sylvester and the Vampire Prince named Ezekiel. She looked serious and her eyes were a little puffy. She looked around to search for her beloved husband. They approached her as Ezekiel bowed. “Duchess Winter.” Ezekiel acknowledged her. She curtsied. She gestured inside as Caroline looked down. She walked side by side with Ezekiel.

Speaking next was a stern but also attractive man with dark blue hair that reminded Maria of the night sky and silver eyes that glittered like the moon. "Honey, I missed you~!" Running forward and happily throwing her arms around the duchess's neck, with no regards for manners, was a lively and stunning petite woman. Her long, dark-pink curly pigtails flew behind her. Upon seeing these three attractive figures, something in Maria's head clicked. 'Ah, that's right! These three are Duchess Dior’s lovers! I almost forgot that in this world polygamy is legal!'

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

"Okay get a room already you two Brad said as the rest of them laugh. The rest of our days went with such happiness that I never wanted to let go. My story ended here. I have found my love. I have found peace and power. I am Parshawna Macduff, The queen of Trinity land and the only heir to the golden wand. I am the greatest witch of the decade.