Swan Song Novels & Stories

He was Melvin Neal, the last-minute groom I had found for this wedding. He caught me steadily just in time. Still, a sharp pain shot through my ankle. I couldn't help but gasp. Melvin immediately stopped and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?" I straightened up with his help and forced a small smile. "It's nothing. Let's keep going." He didn't say anything. He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me."

The dogs took a huge leap, ready to puncture their canines into her skin. "Jesus Christ!" Eyes wide-opened, brows raised, hairs standing erect, Sonia observed her surroundings. The Lovers Road. The very spot where she had died. *** "... join me on my next live stream, guys. See ya!" Bella exited I*******m and proceeded to place a phone call. Her plastic smile had immediately wavered, and her frown was so intense it would be better the person on the other end doesn't get to realize it. "Hey – "

"Will you stay here with me?" "I will. I will!" Emanuele stays on her knees, level with Sarah. The girl listens as Crimson says. "The convict has the right to say her last words." For a few seconds, all that can be heard are Emanuele's uncontrollable sobs. Then Sarah's voice sounds, calm and quiet, yet very sad: "Emanuele." "SIm?" "Sing a song for me." The redhead's jolts of agony and pain as she cries almost prevent her from answering, but she says:

I felt the warmth of her body and was grateful for the time I had to love her wholeheartedly. My final note. "Love and be loved with all your heart while time is still strong. Dance and enjoy when the melody of love still plays. Because someday everything will end, and only loneliness and regret will be left behind."

Eternal. The swarm will come. But we’ll meet it stronger. Burning brighter. Wings and sunrise. Husband and wife. Bodies and souls. Together. Forever. Beautiful things get honeymoons. And ours? It’s eternal fire. Consuming. Unquenchable.

“She loved this pack enough to die for it. I failed her. But I will love her… beyond every dawn.” He closed his eyes. And sang. The lullaby echoed through the garden. Soft at first. Then stronger. Voices joined him—first a few, then dozens, then all. A thousand wolves howled the melody into the sky. A harmony of grief, gratitude, and promise. Sophie’s lullaby became the pack’s anthem. A unity forged not through dominance—but through memory. As the sun broke over the eastern ridge, Dylan whispered his final vow: “I will sing for you until the day I fall… and even then, I’ll howl from the wind.”

"You've always dreamed of stargazing in Omaraine, right? After the party, how about we go there, just the three of us?" The peaks of Omaraine's Green Mountain soared over 2000 meters high, a perfect canvas for the stars. It was Jessica's dream destination. However, that dream felt hollow then, especially after the email she received yesterday from Brittania. "Mrs. Sullivan, it's with deep regret that I must tell you, the observatory has confirmed your blue star is set to fall in three days." The love once believed to be unbreakable was then scarred and battered. Even the stars, once thought eternal, were on the brink of collapse.

Candice and Vanessa danced. The last of the occasion was actually a song from Beatrice. She took to the stage and when she did, she turned and said that the song was actually for Melissa and Hashar. She noted them as the two most important people in her life. Soon she began the song and it captivated everyone. The song was about a wandering dove that'd lost its feathers. It went from forests to forests in search of a home and in the most uncanny sense of it all was rejected by all land animals but the water ducks were the only one who gave it a home.

Solveig’s song. In the yacht, her song was playing quietly. Winter may pass, and spring may disappear. Summer too will vanish, and then the year. And then the year. But this I know for certain: you’ll come back again. You’ll come back again. As I promised, you’ll find me waiting then. You’ll find me waiting then. Looking out the fjord and listening to such a beautiful yet sad song, this moment felt surreal to Silje. ‘I will never forget this moment…’

I circled the drop tower again and again, but there wasn’t a single staff member in sight. The crowd had already begun to scatter, leaving only Michael, Janine, and Nina behind. "Michael, please! I’m begging you, let our son down!" Desperate, I ran to him for help. "Lena, afraid now? Where was that fear when you were shouting about divorce? Where was it when you spread rumors about me and Janine, making her suffer?" His voice was cold, dripping with scorn.