Swan Song Novels & Stories

Killian pouted. "What Why?" "Please, please, please! I already chose the song for us!" "What song?" "We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez," Killian smiled. "Okay, so I should sing Selena’s part?” Juliette asked. "Yup. Your voice is sweeter than mine." Killian smirked. "Smooth like a snake," Juliette rolled her eyes. "Okay, but just this time. It's your channel category, not mine. You decided you wanted to sing on YouTube,"

He was rooted to the floor when the stillness of the night was broken with a scream, followed by a howl of pure agony and despair. His father howled right after, and then, the rest of the pack that was standing guard outside the small clinic they were in, joined the howling. Aegaeon returned his gaze to the night sky, and the moon was still hiding behind the dark clouds. He joined the howling of his pack. The howling doesn’t sound celebratory just as he was expecting. After all tonight, his Luna was born. The pack was howling mournfully. The howls that cut the stillness of the night were of pure sorrow and despair.

🎤🎶 "Just walk away! Oh, and don't look back Cause if my heart breaks, it's gonna hurt so bad. You know I'm strong but I can't take that Before it's too late... Oh no! Just walk away! (walk, walk, walk away...) Sandra and Eliz second voice to her And that time also Cindy make some mad emotion while singing the bridge of the song. 🎤🎶🔊 "Oh just walk away... Oh no! Just walk away!!! I've got to let it go, oh! Start protecting my heart and soul Cause' I don't think I'll survive A goodbye again, Not again!

In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as you say." The first stop on the Twilight Dance Company's tour was naturally King City. As the most famous dance company of the moment, the moment the tickets went on sale, they were completely sold out. Even Jason, who normally paid no attention to such things, received several tickets from a business partner. His assistant, Gabriel Dowd, swallowed nervously while standing beside his desk. He could not help thinking the business partner had made a grave mistake. Ever since Ivy's urn had been smashed by Felicity a year ago, Jason had gone mad. Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had b

It was as if he would be able to quiet the guilt threatening to swallow him whole by doing this sick ritual. … On the 27th day, he began clearing the debt of the marriage substitution. Perhaps Chloe sensed that this would be her final night as she burst into maniacal cackles. "Elliot, you accused me of deceiving you for five years, but haven't you also lied to Natalie in those five years? "We're both liars. Natalie will never choose you, even if you beat me to death. Elliot, you deserve to die alone!" Elliot fell silent for a long time before replying calmly, "You're right. That's why I'm going to atone for it."

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

“I forgive you. But there is no going back for us. May the Moon Goddess guide you to a new path.” Logan swayed on his feet, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. He gave a final, solemn nod, then left the ballroom, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Then the music started. Taking deep breaths to calm myself, I tried to focus on the beats. The tune was beautiful. It was Swan Lake. Damon's choice. I was sure. I told him once how I supported the little swan's choice of death, because her mate's betrayal was unforgivable to me. Damon smirked at my comment that time, saying he would be Rothbart instead of Siegfried, and he wouldn't have let the little swan die. She would remain his pet, forever.

Skye interjected, “there what was?” Helena sighed, and her eyes turned serious. “The deathsong.” “The – the what?” I stammered. I clutched at Skye. That didn’t sound good. “The deathsong arises when a sunwalker is clouded by the below.” At our blank expressions, she sighed again. “There is a darkness about you, Ellis. And, because he is tied to you, it bleeds onto Skye.” She paused, and passed me the knife in reverent hands.

The swans came on like a hymn you don’t get to choose, measured, layered, inevitable. Five hulls: two cutters quick and clean, two frigates with proper opinions, and the flagship with a jaw full of doctrine. The wind had decided they should be here, and wind is a politician when it likes the audience.