Novel & Cerita Erin Swan

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.

Somewhere in the shadows, the blinds trembled as if holding back the city’s chaos—as if the room itself was waiting, patient and watchful, for him to speak. Declan Patridge stood far away in front of his unlit fireplace with his back to Andrew, his hand buried deeply in his pockets, sleeves rolled past his elbow—the epitome of a man winding down after another busy day, but still, Andrew gulped—the sound loud enough to grab Declan's full attention. “What brings you back here?” His somber voice landed like a blade in the haunting echoes of the office. The strains of Swan Lake bled softly through the office, all strings and sorrow, echoing against the tall windows like a memory that refused to

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.

Their bronze-gold shoulder insignia bore four to five gold stars arranged in an incomplete swan constellation, marking them as low-ranking officers. The swan constellation had nine stars, each representing a rank. The higher the rank, the more stars adorned the insignia. But my focus was drawn to their chest insignia — a spread-winged swan partially obscuring the sun. It was also the emblem of the Solvaris pack’s flag, confirming their direct involvement in the situation.

(Warning ⚠️: Explicit content ahead.) —Mabel— I slowed before the double doors and pushed them open. The cool night air brushed against my skin as I stepped onto a lonely balcony. The scent of jasmine and white roses filled my nostrils, just before I sighted a garden below opposite a small pond. Two swans floated silently across the pond, their white feathers glowing like porcelain under the moonlight. One—clearly the male, flared his wings, puffed out his chest, and dipped his head low in what looked like a choreographed routine towards the female.

It's bright light cast shadows on Blueberry Lane in Tales, unmasking the silhouettes of familiar figures roaming the streets and caressing the rooftops with bright light. Standing outside the coffee bar she worked at, Sreya's chocolate brown orbs eyed the milk white Swan that sat on her coffee; the art of frothed milk and espresso. To different groups, the Swan symbolizes a lot of different things. To the people of Ozwe, a little town next to Tales, the Swan is a symbol of grace, subtlety, gentleness. To the people of Tales, it meant peace, tranquility, love... Everything Sreya wasn't feeling at the moment.

For once, Caraline was consumed by swearing again. "Damn Deric!" Caraline screeched with one hand covering her mouth. "Why are you so annoying?" *** Sunlight was trapped on the surface of the lake, creating silver crystals visible in the distance. The water rippled as a pair of swans were flapping their wings. At the edge of the lake, Deric was still waiting for Caraline. His hand held the small gift he had prepared yesterday. The wind swayed his hair to the right and left several times.

I could see her shoes beneath the table, and they looked impossible to walk on, the heels were so tall and narrow. Turning the other way, Mage Jaye continued. “This is Sarah Swan.” The youngest of the members, I thought, she had blonde hair not much darker than mine, red lipstick, and dazzling green eyes. She looked like she might be in her early thirties. She wore a navy blue shirt with a fluffy collar and necktie around it, and a golden skirt I could see beneath the table.