Nami Swan Novels & Stories

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

Damian softly asked, trying not to scare the kid away. "My mom said I shouldn't tell strangers my name but I'll tell you since I know you wouldn't be able to kidnap me by knowing just my name. You'll need my address too, right? But I won't tell you that. Anyway, my name is Rea!" The small lady said and offered her little hand. "What a clever kid" Damian commented and laughs. Amelia accepted her small little hands. And almost cried at how soft and fragile they were. 'So cute!' she shouted in her mind.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

she whispers. I grab her wrist and drag her out of the cocoon. “We’ve got to get out of here now!” I shout. There is nothing I can do for the others, but I am determined to save Beth. Beth swings her feet onto the floor. She unsteadily grabs the canopy for support. I hold onto her wrist with one hand and begin to pull us along the cord towards the hatch with the other. My breathing becomes more ragged. The fracture has widened substantially, and the rush of escaping air pulls at Beth. My grip is slipping; I can feel her beginning to slide through my fingers. The pods groan, straining against the vortex dragging anything and everything towards the gap.

He flashed a pained smile. We sat by the crackling fire in silence, mesmerised by the dancing flames, I stole a glance at Nathan. His hair, reflected a beautiful silver glow. The silence between us was comforting, as though our thoughts were seamlessly entwined with the whispers of the fire. It was in moments like these, where words seemed unnecessary, that I felt the true essence of companionship. “I'm Gwen.” I introduced myself. “Nathan.” He mumbled in reply. We sat in silence. I looked around, my head had already adjusted to where I was. It was the earth lady's cave!!. Not everyone could see it, nor could everyone rest here. How did Nathan have access.

she assured me, and though I nodded, a lingering sense of unease remained. How could she possibly understand? I wasn't merely an ordinary newcomer; I was the mate of Alpha Hawthorne from the Crescent Moon Pack, the rival of Alpha Riel. "Certainly, thank you," I replied with a smile, and she acknowledged it with a nod before exiting, leaving me alone to grapple with my own thoughts.

those words came out of her mouth like a music. At this point, Karma felt unusually less confident. Like she met someone who feels more superior than her despite the fact that the girl infront of her looks fragile like the wings on her back. She seems glowing and she couldn't stand the light but something feels like pulling her towards her small glowing body. Leaning towards her, she whispered her name, "Karissa Margot, but I prefer you call me your Karma" she smirked erasing the hint of consciousness. "Your name feels like just you are. I'm Odette, the good swan" Karma felt like she could see color whenever hearing her voice.

she remarked haughtily. “Oh goodness Cait! What are you waiting for?! Take a picture of me in this bed now!” Noman hurriedly grabbed his cellphone protruding in his pants pocket and shoved it in her chest. Amanda lazily took it and swiped the screen. He righted his garments, poised like the Vogue model, Candice Swanepoel, and puckered his lips. Click. Click. She photographed in an angle like how he taught her months ago. “And there, take a picture of me there!”

But the moment I picked it up, my breath caught. It felt wrong. Or maybe too right. Thin. Only one page inside, maybe. But heavy somehow. Weighted with something I couldn’t name. I sat on the edge of the bed—his bed, not ours, never ours—and tore it open. The paper inside was crisp. The words typed. But I didn’t even make it past the first line. At the top, where a name should’ve been, it said: Swan. And just like that, my heart stopped.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled “good morning, Luna” “Good morning, Gala” I said, looking at the napkins that were on the table. I shaped them as swans and put them down on one of the plates “is there anything that I can help you with? Anything that you need?” “No, there is nothing to do, thank you, Luna” she said, looking down at her feet. I nodded and took a step back, my heart racing when I felt Nathan behind me. I bit my bottom lip before turning around to face him.