Erin Swan Novels & Stories

They inherited some from their mother. I hugged swan from behind while kissing and licking her neck. Her scent made me become harder than I already am. My hand slid down her red negligee and cupped her breast. Her nipples hardened. She didn’t open her eyes, but her breathing became heavy. The scent of her arousal grew thicker. When I squeezed her nipple, she moaned. “You naughty swan. Since when were you awake?” I asked and softly bit her neck. “From the second you jerked off and called my name? You were calling me rather fervently back there that it was impossible for me to stay asleep, your majesty,” she replied as she turned her face to me. “Welcome home.”

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Swan: Alpha, if you want me to examine your Luna, I need to be able to touch her. Alexander: Sorry about that… I just found her. Swan: I understand, Alpha, don't worry. He felt her ribs, her arms, her legs, and then looked at her face, turning his head slightly. Swan: This little one is suffering from severe malnutrition. I see you've prepared a drink; that's good. Try to get her to drink it, and I'll give you some supplements to add to it. It may take a few days before she's strong enough to regain consciousness… this poor little thing must have been able to hold on only because of fear, and when she felt safe, she gave up. So, try to get her to take the medicine. When she wakes up, wait a

Carter Corporation was the main sponsor of this tour, so Julius had no choice but to attend. I could almost picture him there. Over the past three years, I had occasionally seen him in financial magazines looking more withdrawn and thinner than before, like a blade that had lost its edge. As the music reached its climax, I completed the iconic thirty-two fouettés. Each turn carried the power of a swan rising from the ashes, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause. During the curtain call, I looked up and casually swept my gaze across the VIP section. Across the vast distance, my eyes met his lifeless stare.

Orion wept. Before Silas could answer, a fluttering titter of taps sounded on the window. Orion lifted his head from his wet hands and locked his gaze on the source. A small swallow was pecking at the glass in an urgent manner. He rose swiftly and opened the window for the small animal. The bird's feathers were unlike any he had seen before. They were midnight and white, arranged like a tuxedo beneath the night sky. Its beak shone navy blue, and its tail was elongated at the tips. The bird was larger than that of a common swallow, yet it was no bigger than Orion's hand.

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

Rose snapped her husband angrily and then turned towards Evandor again. “I believe you. Tell me more about her. Who is she? What is she? What is her name? Does she look exactly the same? Everything! Tell me bloody everything!” said Rose in a cheerful tone. “I don’t know her first name. Her surname is swan and yes, Ms. Swan does look exactly the same. She is the walking and talking carbon copy of Isabella” said Evandor happily. He was beyond happy to know that his love has come back after centuries of waiting.

And the frogs fell silent. It found the first swan. Kieran, the eldest. He stood sentinel on the bank. His silver feathers gleamed faintly in the moonlight. His proud neck arched as though remembering what it meant to wear a crown. The Whisperer coiled low. Its voice seeped into the air like rot into wood. "She weaves slowly," it hissed. "Too slowly. Each night you wait, and still your feathers remain." Kieran startled. His wings flared wide. But no sound came. He could not speak, not in this form. Yet the words burrowed into his mind. Poison dripping into thought.

While I was enjoying a cookie, two swans—one black and one white—glided gracefully toward the shore. My eyes lit up. I wanted to feed them, but cookies obviously weren’t suitable for swans. As I wondered what to do, a hand suddenly appeared in front of me, holding several lettuce leaves. “You can feed them fresh greens,” Haydn said. “They love those.” He crouched beside me, carrying a basket full of vegetables. “You’ve fed them before?” I asked. I could smell the fresh scent of soap on him. He had probably come straight here after taking a bath.

Giselle questioned him who looked at his book again. "She was special." "What about her swan? Teacher do you think I can have my swan too." Zayn glanced at her and clicked his tongue. "Don't you have anything else on your mind." "What if he is my swan? He is protecting me and..." "He is not your swan. When you met your swan, you will know it. Moreover, Swans are not mates. It could be a male or female." "Oh, oh...." She was disappointed.