The Savage And The Swan Novels & Stories

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 Over the past three years, I had occasionally seen him in financial magazines looking more withdrawn and thinner than before, like a blade that had lost its edge.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.

I screamed. But my words fell on deaf ears. The screams he didn't even try to halt. The screams of my pain and misery. The screams of my innocence being ripped apart. The screams of battling a monster. But I was a frail girl, and he was a devil incarnate, a savage brute who mangled my honour and shattered every ounce of my dignity. I bled on that damn table. I bled on the tattered remains of my gown. I bled inside and out.

Harry then explained in a serious tone, “A few hundred years ago, a Cherny sword was stolen and ended up with a collector in Safford. Recently, the Cherny family had managed to contact the collector’s association, but they didn’t want to give it back, even when we offered a very high price. However, they changed their minds and they’d bring this sword back to Burlington. They’re attending the Collector’s Expo happening tomorrow. If you can help the Cherny family get back this sword, Mr. Cherny will be willing to give you the red wolf’s bone.”

He warned sternly, “They wouldn't believe you anyways.” I'd never been so confused in my entire life. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. He laughed again. “It's because you're yet to open your eyes. You looked weird standing and flailing with your eyes closed.” What? “Open your eyes, Dawn.” He commanded. At once, a light switch was turned on, and I could see. Old Alpha Devon sat petting two wolves. The first one was a majestic golden one. The other was cyan blue, just like the moon.

she added. “What about your wolf?” I asked. “Angus has no idea that I have a wolf. My family made sure that no one knew that.” she answered. “Do you have a special wolf?” Aerian asked. “Yes, her name is Aurora, and she is a galaxy wolf. I am only telling you this because she is telling me that I can trust all of you.” Savannah added. “I can show you what she is capable of later.” she added. “Wait, if Bryce is three years younger than you that would make him the same age as me.” Bairn pointed out.

" I answered. "You know Magnus," Lara took a deep breath. "Savana is a half-vampire and a half-wolf. She conspired with the vampires in the recent attack. Driven by a desperate desire to earn your love, she sought the aid of the Vampire Supreme to achieve her goal." Alex and I widened our eyes in shock, as Lara revealed Savana's true identity. They, too, did not suspect her, as she was playing her part so well. "Savana is the traitor, as I mentioned last time, Magnus, and she was the one who—"Lara hesitated.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

she replied honestly. She sat on a fallen log at the grove’s heart. Savage slowed, circled back, and pressed his nose into her hand where it rested on the swell of their pups. Then he shifted back, human again, and after dressing, joined her. Snow clung to his hair, melted on his skin. His palm slid over her hip, pausing at the undeniable curve. “Look what we’ve done,” he whispered, awe softening the edges of his voice. “I’ve led armies, broken kings, but this… this undoes me.”

She slammed her palms against the heavy iron-banded doors of the Bastion and shoved them open. Inside the cavernous, dimly lit chamber, a chaotic struggle was unfolding. A hunting party of six Vanguard warriors had returned from a deep-root patrol, and they had not come back empty-handed. They were dragging a monster. It was a Savage Man, but it was smaller than the towering, eight-foot Alpha Mwajuma had crushed in the swamp. It stood barely over six feet tall, its grey, mottled skin slick with dark blood and the toxic slime of the lower canopy. Its musculature was warped and bulging, pulsing with the erratic, volatile energy of corrupted mana.

None of the blood belonged to him. “Can you stay here a minute?” Ethan asked. “I need to grab clothes for him. Or will you come with me? Are you fine with walking?” “Go!” I shooed my brother away. “I’m fine. There’s a fierce wolf right here so there’s nothing to be afraid of.” “I’ll be back in a minute.” He seemed reluctant to go as he squeezed my hand and broke into a sprint. The minute he was out of earshot, the black wolf shifted into its human form and I was left staring at a very bloody, very naked Xander.