Nami Swan Novels & Stories

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.

“And I know that these are things that I shouldn’t care about. But somehow, I still do. She always finds a way to make me feel small. And she does that by just using words. At times, I can ignore them, but there are times when it is hard to do so. I am guessing today just falls with the fact of being hard.” Nolan didn’t move for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, “You’re not small, Natalia. You never were. You might not see it, but I do. There are many others who look up at you, and when I say that I know they wouldn’t if this was someone else, I am not even complimenting you when I say that I know my pack. They do not give in to anyone, and they do not look twice to someone that they don’t r

A week after I’d got back to Seattle, I had dinner with Niamh at our favorite sushi place in Capitol Hill. Niamh had just bought herself a car after working all summer at our uncle Henry’s auto shop, and she showed the car to me like it was her new kid. “Isn’t she a beauty?” Niamh brushed a hand down the side of her Volkswagen that had to be three times older than she was. “The second I saw her, I knew she’d be mine.”

he smiled. Nemiah was a bit pissed off. She decided to get up and called Namir. They walked along the riverside, watching the beautiful reflection of the moon in the calm water. She sat down, soaking her feet in the cold water. She closed her eyes and let her soul rest in the sound of the night. She smiled as she felt the smooth flow of the water and the sounds of the crickets played with symphony in her ears. Her brows furrowed when she heard an indistinct sound of something in pain. She listened carefully and she became certain it was a soft neigh of a horse. She opened her eyes and got up quickly.

His nose and cheek bones look exactly like Winnie’s face and it’s easy to tell that he’s Winnie’s father. “This is our High Priest and Winnie’s father, Leo Howe. And this,” here Liv indicates a young woman who has gotten out of the backseat of the car, “is Winnie’s handfasted, Nissa Swan.” Nissa’s honey brown skin glows and her hazel eyes are alight with mischief. Her black hair is straight and soft, blowing in the slight breeze. She tucks her body into Winnie’s side, looping her arm around her.

Two years later at a TV studio for the show “One” Norway. “Hello, everyone. We are here today to interview the world-famous model Silje Kim. Oh, there she is, walking out. Do you see her? She has arrived right on time for her interview. The audience is turning around to get a glimpse of her. Yes, that’s right. Beautiful long black hair, calm black eyes, exotic features, and a gorgeous body. She was one of the top Asian models in New York until recently when she retired after getting married. She wrote an autobiography titled ‘The Swan’ which is receiving enormous attention from the public. In her book, Silje Kim talks about the terrible racism she experienced in her youth, going through an a

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

The class groaned loudly. “Mr. Matthew,” the girl with the bee stung-like lip whined, “you just asked us to read The Great Gatsby just last month.” “I know, Sarah,” he said, clearly unbothered. So her name was Sarah. Interesting. “And I believe everyone in this room is capable of reading three books a month. That’s barely one per week.” Emma had read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest five times. She practically had it memorized. Her Aunt Mary had given her the book with a sticky note that read: “Read this and never settle for being ordinary.”

I marveled in excitement seeing the beautiful view of the surrounding, Wane must have spent so much one here The waterfall look so peaceful, I walk towards it and use my hand to scoop some water, feeling the coldness of it, I sighted a swimming pool at the corner of the castle, I walk towards the swimming pool admiring the beautiful nature of this castle, it's so big yet it's so quiet and lonely, I sat on the edge of the pool and deep my bare legs into the water, I use my leg to feel the sweetness and coldness of the water I'm not giving up on you Wane, not when I've come this far….I promise to do everything to make you fall in love with me, even if it means going out of my comfort zone