Swan Song Novels & Stories

Winnie did not seem at all bothered by the entire fiasco. She said to Nina encouragingly, "It's okay. Just do your best." Nina closed her eyes and calmed herself. Then, she nodded to herself and opened her eyes again. The usual uneasiness in her eyes was now replaced with determination. She moved her fingers, playing a smooth melody. It was a familiar piece—"The Swan." In her music, the beautiful swan danced and played on the surface of the lake. As the sun rose, it spread its wings under the light of the graceful dawn.

--- The Song of the Second Dawn As night fell, the people gathered one last time at the Heartfire. Arianne stood before them, the emberlight dancing across her skin. “This is not an ending,” she said. “It is the Second Dawn. The Flow has chosen us not to worship it, but to live it.” She began to hum softly, and the crowd followed. Their voices rose in perfect harmony, filling the streets with light. The Flow thrummed through them, the rhythm steady and infinite. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … thrum … Above them, the moon shone pale and clean—

*** Beneath a bridge on a cobbled path beside a canal, Ol’ Daniel Tobin raised a bottle to the dead and sang into the billowing fog: No more we’ll go a sailing, We’ll round the Horn no more, So it’s drop the anchor laddies, And haul the boats ashore. For it’s Tyburn that awaits me, The mast a gallows tree, The rigging is a single rope, The knot no sailor’s be. For it’s to the tree against the gale That’s roaring in my heart, And on the morn hauled up the mast I must this world depart. But spare no sorrow laddies, Drink up while you may,

Their harmonies slithered into dreams first-mournful, hungry, out of tune. By the third night, the entire pack awoke with the same verse lodged in their throats: *"Beneath the salt, above the ash, the Unwoven comes to unmake."* Even Selene's exiled wolves, camped beyond the eastern ridge, were heard chanting it in fractured unison. Isolde called it a *harbinger hymn*. I called it a problem.

Vanessa mocked, laughing gleefully. Sharp teeth pierced through Selene's limbs. But compared to the physical pain tearing away at her body, the pain in her heart was far worse. She forced open her mouth and, with the last of her strength, said, "A fitting end for you… is death… If I get another chance at life, I'll kill you with my own hands!" As her consciousness faded, Selene seemed to hear a familiar cry. "Selly!" However, she could no longer tell whose voice it was.

It wаѕ like оur fіnаl ѕwаn song. I just wished thаt іt finished оn a happier nоtе. It wаѕ hаrd enough suppressing thе tears knоwіng I wоuld fіnаllу hаvе to ѕау gооdbуе.

The king, legend had it, was cursed by a witch after he killed her mate—a dragon. The witch ensured that the cruel king would never escape his kingdom by casting a dark, smoky barrier around it. This impenetrable cloud prevented anyone from entering or leaving, except for dragons. Tragically, this curse also trapped countless innocent lives within Dravonia, leaving them to suffer the consequences of the king’s actions.

We picked an egg where we got to sing a song. Fiver asked us. “Suggest a song, guys!” My other groupmates don’t know that many songs or they were shy about it. I don’t know what struck my system when I answered. “Soft Blue Skies.” Fiver smiled. He easily recognized the song. Of course, he knew that song. The song that he composed for his crush when he was a freshman. He only sang it when he became part of the band. Fiver liked my suggestion and we all sing his song.

"Difficult for whom?" "For you. The pain—" "I have known worse pain." I smiled, teeth bared, silver eyes glowing in the firelight. "Continue." They worked through the night. I did not scream. I had screamed in Leon's silver cage, in his burning platform, in his abandonment. I would not give him—or the memory of him—the satisfaction of my voice raised in suffering again. Instead, I sang. The Northern songs. The songs of my grandmother, who had birthed twins alone in blizzard. The songs of wolves who need no mate to make them whole.

to his fvcking question. These drunk nincompoops ! Pfft. I am gonna sue each one of them !! Someone just fvck me ! What do I sing now ? “Sing for mate,” Creon suggested. “But what ?” I asked back through the mindlink. “Ask for his forgiveness,” Micalo supplied. “Sing BTS’s ‘Spring Day’. Dedicate the song to him,” he added. “Hmm. Good idea ! But hey !! Since when did you get so smart in the music department ?” I asked my wolf.