Swan Song Novels & Stories

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

"Oh…..I almost forgot, pardon me for my unwelcoming……" "Not a problem... please excuse me!" Amethyst stormed away, dampening Emelia's enthusiasm towards her. ••• "Swans cry, Oh and NERIDA Darkness covers Us. Owls hoot upon us. Danger! Rise high!"

The fire burned beautifully, changing colors as it ascended the tower, thanks to the special salt scattered around the bodies. Yash sang a familiar song, and the entire pack joined in. Every wolf knew this song, the melody of returning to the moon to be by Selene's side. As the bodies burned and their ashes drifted towards the heavens, the voices of every wolf present rose in unison, singing. It was not often that this song was sung, and even less so by such a large gathering. The feeling that Selene heard us was palpable, surrounding us with strength. I was certain that today would be a day blessed by Selene.

Carter Corporation was the main sponsor of this tour, so Julius had no choice but to attend. I could almost picture him there. Over the past three years, I had occasionally seen him in financial magazines looking more withdrawn and thinner than before, like a blade that had lost its edge. As the music reached its climax, I completed the iconic thirty-two fouettés. Each turn carried the power of a swan rising from the ashes, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause. During the curtain call, I looked up and casually swept my gaze across the VIP section. Across the vast distance, my eyes met his lifeless stare.

And Arthur… Arthur was still out there, a silent partner in the chaos, watching his scenario play out. I pulled out the phone from my pocket. It had no signal, just as Luther predicted. But it had a notes app. I typed the word, my fingers numb with cold. SWAN. Keila peered at it. “Like the bird?” “Like the bird,” I murmured. And then it clicked. Not a bird. A song. A children’s song. “Swanee River.” Too obvious. A ballet. “Swan Lake.” Swan Lake. The story of a princess turned into a swan. A curse. A deception. A prince who must choose the right swan to break the spell.

However, we will be hosting a work party tomorrow night at our estate and sincerely hope you come and join us. Mr. Smith of Sunrise Suites looked sad and dejected while you could tell that Mr. Green of Hospitality Inn was angered that a woman beat him out of his contract. His body remained calm but his feelings were plain as day on his face. Mrs. Yoshida brushed it off and continued debriefing us.

" Ruby, ruby, Ooooooooo-------- you are my ruby And I am your swan Ooooooooooo Ho ho ho No one can take - eeeeee youuuuu aaaaa _wwww_ aaayyyy Not evennnnnn yourrrr fuc - kingggggggggg crus_hhhhhh Oooooooooo hooooooooo ------- I love you ooooooo my r......... Swan was inturpted in the middle of his so-called singing by the sudden rushing of Ferrari towards him When he saw Ferrari coming in high-speed towards him and feel like now that Ferrari is going to hit his car on the top of which he was sitting he almost forgot to breathe.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

The sound of the door flying off its hinges jolted Leonardo from his short nap and Thrift was out and running after their mate but Kawan was long gone, masking his scent so they could not trace him. Thrift howled into the night and it hurt Leonardo. ****************

After quickly washing away the remnants of the day, I stepped out of the tub, and he rose to hand me my towel. "Dax, there's a box on the bench in the closet. Get it and go to the bed. Open the box, chose one, set it on top of the box, and lie face down on the mattress." He nodded his understanding as I piled my hair on top of my head in a loose knot. I grinned a wide smile as "Epic Dance of Snow" came billowing through the speakers above the bed. The beginning was enchanted, but the song following, "Fires of a Revolution," progressed into a haunting diatribe of rage and darkness.