Nami Swan Novels & Stories

Swan got there first by tapping the ground by Olivia’s head before she could shift. OUT! Kamari wins! Ms. Swan yelled to the crowd. Ny and the girls cheered for her, jumping around with smiles on their surprised faces. Kamari let go of Olivia with a smile, sweat glistening from her brow. Olivia elbowed Kamari hard in the side as she got up, earning a harsh look from Ms. Swan, who grabbed Olivia by the arm and whispered something in her ear before Olivia ran toward the locker rooms.

With luck on my side, I located the bus in a lane road outside of the airport. I'm Emberly Swan, and I'm 19 years old. I just arrived in New York an hour ago from Los Angeles; I didn't have any other choice but to come here, so far away from them, who will always haunt my soul, but I really miss Los Angeles, the place where I was born and raised, but I can't go back there now, and I won't be able to go back there in the future either, because some very dark memories of mine are present there.

“Nami is an eager she-wolf. We in the Salmon tribe value wolves that can adapt to new situations quickly, that are flexible as things change. We are like the flowing river: ever shifting, adjusting to suit our new surroundings. We can move quickly or slowly, loudly or quietly. We value understanding and kindness, and the ability to forgive and move on.” “Of course, Nami will have told you all of this many times before,” Phoenix added, with a wide, fond grin. “Now, take a look at your paper. Are you ready to begin?” I unfolded it, and ran my eyes across the page quickly. It seemed simple enough, though I did wonder how any of the traits Phoenix had mentioned would be assessed through use of a

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

It couldn’t have been a dream, she is real, she even spoke to me, but why is she not coming out? ‘Ora,’ I refer to my wolf through the mind-link as I stare around the woods, ‘I think I should turn back, there might be rogues here, I don’t want to risk any chances.’ ‘Let’s wait a moment,’ Ora says, she’s always pushing me towards trying new things, she is the crazy part of me that I will forever cherish. Slowly, the water ripples and a siren, long silky champagne hair stopping below her waistline, sharp shimmering silver eyes and iridescent scales. Nixie.

Damon held my shoulder. “Your majesty, it’s… over now. It’s hard, I know, but we need to accept the truth. You have to let go of her highness now.” “No! You don’t get it, Damon. All of you don’t get it! None of you will ever understand what we are going through! Swan and I still have a list of things we promised to do together. There are still places we wish to go to. She even wanted the two of us to go on top of a mountain. She wanted to be as close to the sky as possible. That was on her wish list. I will bring her there. Once she gets to see the place, she will wake up. You’ll see.”

My hands shook as I typed the name into the search bar: Nathan Swan. The screen flickered to life, and the first headline hit me like a physical blow. "SWAN LAKE ALPHA’S ADOPTED DAUGHTER COMMITS SUICIDE AFTER BRUTAL MURDER OF SWAN HEIR." I scrolled down, my breath hitching in my chest. There were photos of the "funeral"—a sombre, expensive affair. Vanessa was front and centre, draped in black lace, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

I just looked at her, my expression neutral, waiting to see if she needed any further assistance or if this interaction was over. The silence stretched for another beat, and I watched as her smile faltered slightly. She realized her attempt at humor had fallen flat, and more color crept into her cheeks. She cleared her throat, looking away from me briefly before meeting my eyes again. "Right," she said, her voice a bit more composed now. "Well, thank you. Really. You saved me from what would have been a very painful and very embarrassing fall." She extended her hand towards me in a formal gesture. "I'm Angel Swan."

Swan glanced down at herself. She had reared up partway onto her knees at the shock of the very idea of Kit having anything to do with the likes of Marianne Devereaux, and was only sheathed in bubbles to the waist. The rest of her body, pert pink-tipped little breasts included, was out of the water and being revealed more and more each second as the foam coursed its way downward. "Oh, man," Kit said. "Stop it," Swan said, and threw a handful of bubbles at him. "You act like you've never seen a girl before."

Nami. I didn’t understand at first. Then Tris, who had slipped in quietly during the meeting, let out a muffled sound. “Nami is the pastry chef,” she said. “The one at the Winter Garden. The one who knows the twins.” My mind drifted to Crescent, to the mall, to the glass dome, to the jasmine tea, to the raspberry scones. Under a false name. “Nami isn’t her real name,” said Liv, already checking her data.