Red Swan Book Novels & Stories

“Driver! Let me off!” The man opened his eyes and smiled. But it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You’re not the villain anymore,” he said. “You’re just in the final chapter.” I jumped off the bus at the next stop and ran into the woods nearby. I hid behind trees, heart pounding in silence. Then I heard a whisper in the wind. “Redemption isn’t for the perfect. It’s for the brave.” I didn’t know if it was in my head or real.

With everyone clinking glasses filled with sparkling cider and champagne, the wedding was amazing. It was a beautiful day. One full of new beginnings and quiet endings, of joy layered with unspoken goodbyes. And as the ocean creatures floated peacefully behind the glass, so too did the weight of old love sink gently beneath the surface, making space for something new to rise. This is the end of No More Regrets, Book One in the Redemption Series. Please check out my next book, Without Warning Book Two in the Redemption Series. This next story is the story about Knox, who went through a severe trauma in his past, and Sienna is a unlikely, curvy size 12 plus-sized plain Jane who manages togethe

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

He came over to me and handed me the book before sitting back by Margarette. I looked at the book that had the book cover Of Mice and Men on it. When I opened the book, I could see that it was really a book about Red Wolves. "This belongs to you now," Charles said "Why didn't you tell me that all Red Wolves were a part of your bloodline?" Sean asked

Anbir muttered. "Well, if you don't want the pearl perhaps, I am simply wasting my time." The voice called out again. Anbir turned again. Apart from a swan that was wearing a crown, there was nobody around. It could not be? "Will you speak something?" The swan said impatiently. "You can talk?" Anbir literally jumped in shock staring at the majestic white swan with the little crown on its head. "Of course, I can talk! I am the king of swans, a descendant of Goddess Sarasvati’s pet swan. I am not some common bird." The swan replied looking offended.

Lily lay motionless beside the wrecked van. Her face was swollen and covered in bruises. Cuts marked her skin. Her clothes had been ripped during the struggle. She looked so small lying there. So broken. My knees hit the ground beside her. For a moment… I couldn’t breathe. I shrugged off my cut and carefully laid it over her, covering her as gently as I could. My hands shook as I brushed a strand of hair away from her battered face. “I’m here,” I whispered. “You hear me, Princess?”

The men don’t need to be told twice, they bow one last time and run out of the house like they’re set on fire. “We need somewhere safe to go,” my wolf insists, voice urgent. “We don’t know if Ravencrest is safe, so that’s not an option. Professor Michael mentioned something, didn’t he?” “The Moonward Circle,” I answer her and rise from my seat quickly, catching Sandy off guard as I rush to the living room and grab the books Michael gave me from the bookshelf. Sandy enters the living room right as I open the book and start flipping through the pages in a hurry.

“Don’t believe everything you see on TV or in the movies, little girl.” “Vampires may not be able to heal with their blood, but fairies can heal with theirs,” Godwin said as he barged past Amelia and knelt down next to my mother. “Maryanne, can you hear me?” I had to stifle a gasp at the sight of Godwin in just his pajama bottoms. He’d clearly spent a good deal of time, shirtless, in the sun and his sun kissed flesh glistened warm and sexy in the cool lighting.