Red Swan Book Novels & Stories

She doesn’t know herself that why she was missing him, it’s not that he was her friend or something, in fact, she always prayed to God to not let him come in front of her. But now, when he was not there, she was missing him badly. Six days later:- Swara was sitting in the library and reading books. It was late at night, and She was not getting sleep. So she thought to come there. She was entirely in one book; it was a book on werewolves. She was a big fan of werewolves. “You know it’s a crime in our mansion to read about werewolves with this much interest,” someone said from the door on which Swara scrunched her nose, and without looking upward.

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I put him down, hearing him growl for the first time. I stand here watching Brice as he plays, knowing he's more than enough for me to want to live for. I look over as a female walks over and hands me a plate of food that I take, before giving her a slight nod as she lowers her head to me with respect. I look around at everyone as they began to eat again. This is my home, my family, my pack. That's all guys, I hope you enjoyed the book, and thanks for all the love and support you all have shown, I really appreciate it.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

I want to tell her that, though her stupidity has been quite helpful to me. "Sixten offered me an inviting deal. He would help me overthrow my grandfather if I allowed him safe passage across our lands. To sweeten the deal, he told me that if I helped him realize his plan, then he would give me a miniature SpitFire,” she chirps excitedly. A miniature Spitfire? Is that man insane? Why would he give such a young girl a purple dragon, the most dangerous kind? "Are you crazy? There is no way you could possibly tame a purple breed. That breed has no humanity. They are pure raw animal instinct," I say with a laugh.

I felt the pleasure of my release but it still wasn't enough. Once I was out of the shower and a little more relaxed, I opened my messages and decided to reply to Miss Peters... Lilly, I look forward to the Seattle trip more and more with every text :) L.M. I hope Lilly is prepared for the time of her life because I know I am. Now that I was relaxed I decided to try and get some sleep, little did I know I would do nothing but toss and turn all night dreaming about gun fire and Brazil.

His mouth drops open, speechless towards the news. “As you were aware, Kristoph and Sara Mae Redmen were both released from the council’s custody two days before Thanksgiving. Why they kept Charles was never shared. According to statements made by Sara to Alex, Kristoph got tired of Melinda’s scent not changing and became violent around the fourteenth. He brutally beat and raped her for days until she became unconscious.

Cillian looked like he thought about it for a while but then ended up shaking his head, “No, if I’m comfortable I might dally. It’s better to rush things up so we can return to our place of rest.” Mordeu’s smile fell, but he nodded his head, “Of course.” “Years ago, before the revolution of the humans, the first red wolf was born.” Cillian lifted his eyes to meet Mordeu’s own. He wanted to capture desperately any form of discomfort which would decide if he would continue or not. However, Mordeu was unfazed. He just listened intently, standing there like a statue, eyes fixed on Cillian unwaveringly.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.