Red Swan Book Novels & Stories

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

Plus lets not forget the absence of my own mother from such a young age. A few Christmases ago, Elias gifted me a beautiful leather bound journaling book, with parchment paper inside and a dragon design hot pressed into the light brown material. Making the creature and pattern around it a darker shade, with a metallic hook clasp like a diary to keep it shut and the pages protected. It gave me the idea to note down my experiences, thoughts and feelings about my journey to discover my hidden powers and heritage, some tips that might help my pups, if goddess forbid something happens to me, or possible future generations to understand what is happening to them. An account of my own thoughts and

"Where did you get that?" I didn't answer. Instead, I pressed the book against her chest, right where Caius's silver blade had pierced her. The book began to glow with the same golden light that had surrounded Sienna. "No!" the Queen screamed. The journal opened by itself, pages flipping quickly. Strange writing appeared, words I couldn't read but somehow understood. This was the true history of the Ruby Wolves. The truth about the Queen. About Sienna. About me. As the journal touched the Queen, her evil seemed to be sucked into the pages. She tried to pull away, but I held on with all my remaining strength.

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.

"You are the only one who knows yourself, your feelings, and what you need. Therefore, the opinion of others should only serve as a reference, but not as a guide." - Don Miguel Ruiz - Kimani Trinity Campbell - I was seated in my professor's office, surrounded by the mess of art supplies and completed works. The walls were cluttered with paintings, sculptures, and sketches. The room was cramped and cluttered, but it was clear that my professor loved every inch of it.

he asked. “It doesn’t matter. I’m okay now… See? Could you read me a bedtime story?” Blake held back a smile. She was little, but she was already so sly… “All right! But one story and then you need to close your eyes and go to sleep.” He set Iris on her feet. “Go on! Go pick a book.” Iris ran to the bookcase and selected a book. She brought it back to Blake and settled on his lap once more. “Beautiful swan,” she said, pointing at the cover of the book.

I am in love with a dragon. "We would be honored to guide you to him. it is the least that I could do after how we have treated you. Greta!" he suddenly shouts. The woman with the red hair that filled my vision earlier steps forward and he gestures toward me. She turns her nose up as she looks at me holding her ball of water. She gives me a mischievous looking smirk as she eyes me and Julia.

He might be the dangerous Saint Vicenzo Santorini for others, the man that they shouldn't dare to cross- but despite that he has a soft heart, he has a gentle side, he is considerate, sweet, caring and he's childish. He flash a sexy smile at me and then he pulled a red velvet box on the back of his back pocket making me cry more. The overwhelming feeling is driving me crazy that I couldn't- I don't know what to say. "Stop crying baby, I am not doing this to make you cry " he whisper "I want you to be happy Svanna, my wife, my black swan. Despite with my imperfection, I hope that letting you have all of me is enough to make you want me too. I am loving you like a swan. I love you so much Svan

I frowned as I could see no sign of him. “What does it matter? Scurried off to some hole, I am sure.” Rivyn took my hand, drawing me back to the shelves I had come from. He plucked a book at random from the shelf. “Here, try this one,” he said, and guided me back to the table before returning to his seat and the book he studied. I opened the book to the first page. The elegant script introduced the book as being written by a man who claimed to have lived amongst the Fae, and from his experience in the Fae Court had taken a collection of hearth stories and told the truth behind them.

I need to take my most trusted with me, the want to get to her is so overwhelming I am struggling to stop my Dragon from shifting right now. I am coming for you my Queen, hold on not long now! **Authors Note** I hope you enjoy Princess Emerald and King Vulcan's journy :) For all visuals and updates please go to my i*******m page. This book is slightly more naughty than the last one ;) MM xx