Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

She had always hidden herself behind Isabella and this had made it difficult for her to have her own personal achievement. Every time Isabella and Alexander shared a smile or a tender moment, Elizabeth felt a pang of annoyance. It seemed that Isabella had effortlessly captured Alexander's heart, while Elizabeth's own efforts to win his affections had yielded no success. The realization only deepened her frustration. To add to her vexation, Elizabeth noticed Prince Gabriel's lingering glances towards Isabella. His admiration for the princess was evident, and it further intensified Elizabeth's jealousy. She couldn't fathom why Isabella had become the center of attention, overshadowing her own

In my haste to leave Arthur and Victoria, I'd forgotten how thin my dress was. "Yes, that would be—" "So this is her," a sharp voice interrupted. Elizabeth Snowfang stood at the top of the mansion steps, her cold blue eyes boring into me. Despite her years, she maintained a youthful appearance through what I suspected were magical means. Her silver-blonde hair was swept into an elaborate style, and her elegant gown screamed wealth and power. "The she-wolf who has you so infatuated that you'd risk pack standing," Elizabeth continued, her words directed at Nathan though her gaze remained fixed on me. "I expected someone more... impressive."

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps... She was the only living person who knew the face behind the title... The Patron.

JAMIE A bottle of Champagne was chilling in a ice bucket on the table to the side, two crystal flute glasses were stood pretty beside it. One glass completely empty, while the other was still untouched. Two in the afternoon was too early for me, but Carmen on the other hand— well she was never one to turn down free champagne, or anything free for that matter. Being the centre of attention Carmen was in her element, which is exactly how it should be for any bride to be.

Looking up at the magnificent mansion, she sighs and heads inside. These events always fascinated her, the prestige, the glamour, and elegance. Not that she was self-centred or spoiled. Elizabeth was a fashion designer with her own haute couture fashion house, and events like these always inspired her. She felt like a little kid at Christmas time! “Maybe tonight won’t be so bad...” she thought to herself, then her mind went to ‘landing August Dereon’ and she groaned inwardly.

"I can't blame your mother completely like Balthazar ... Your mother, she is a very ... " "Ambitious?" I continued as He looked doubtful. Vincent nodded curtly. "Elizabeth was ambitious and revolutionary. She just got stuck and met the wrong people- Or too right? Depends on how you look at it," he said. He took the large bowl of salad in front of me and divided it into three small plates.

But judging by the situation now, it seemed rather problematic, both the women were here. Elizabeth stood like a sculpture. She didn't even blink her eyes but kept watching her coming down. As if a ghost was getting closer to her, her throat got dry and her palm started sweating, she found it hard to breathe. Elizabeth in disbelief nodded her head in denial and took a step back. Her mind telling her the only word.. and it was 'ghost'. "Yes?" Olivia hesitatingly looked at Elizabeth and said, "She is Miss Piper, Mr Wyatt... Mr Wyatt's friend. And this is Miss Cassidy, Mr Wyatt... Mr Wyatt's business partner."

I sighed in relief this would at least give us a temporary fix. "But you need to know, Elizabeth has a fairly powerful witch in her pocket as well. Her name is Helen, and she has been practically attached at the hip to Elizabeth for 300 years. It won't take her long to take down any barriers I put up." Esther stated and I could sense some venom in her voice as she said the name Helen, I'm guessing they weren't on good terms. Shit if the other witch could take down the spell it wasn't the fix, I was hoping for but at least it would give us a little more warning. "I understand" I blew some air out disappointed "but it's better than nothing."

Her wolf instantly felt threatened and insecure, growling in agitation, but she managed to shut it up, dismissing any thoughts of unfaithfulness. Dylan wasn’t that kind of person. He was respectful and trustworthy. Maybe he has mingled with the crowd downstairs, that’s why he had some other scent on him. She told herself to keep her sanity, as her wolf has never sent her a wrong signal. At the sight of Dylan embracing a female werewolf who wasn’t her, Isabel silently fumed with indignation. She grinded her teeth together while glaring at the unknown female werewolf.

Elizabeth was wearing a black evening gown as she sauntered over to Hailey smugly. Her green eyes were bright, and her features were gorgeous, but what she said disgusted others. Hailey had a feud with Elizabeth for a long time. At that time, her ankle hurt so much that she did not want to bother about Elizabeth at all. She gave a look to Yonathan who was next to her and he understood tacitly and helped her up. After that, he let her lean onto his body. "You're indeed one of a kind. At first, you hooked with my fiance and now you hook up with the master of the Xavier family. You're really smart in scheming. I admire you so much"