The Savage And The Swan Novels & Stories

“It is Angelika Rose Ramirez, granddaughter to Elder Aurora Ramirez.” “You…you’re the blood moon sacrifice!” the small elderly man croaked out in a shrill voice. “I have survived the wolves. Now let me pass,” I ordered in my most imperious voice. My time with the wolves had given me courage and a raw sense of my power. In awe, the man stepped aside.

"As i've told you earlier , Mister Larson, that's not possible . I have already done my part , now you have to do your's!" "Come on Mister Spells, don't you trust me now ?" "Of course i trust you Mister Larson, of course! But i don't trust your health! I've heard of what happened yesterday and i don't want to take any risk! What i you die during the night ,and i don't get my money this Monday ,huh? " "How disgusting! How can you be so mean? After everything i did for you? " "Well ,i've done a lot too! I've even gave you my only daughter ! Do you think that i don't suffer ? "

"Why did you get married, Cillian? Why did you have to take responsibility for something that wasn't your fault?" "Greta, you misunderstand," I said. "I'm not taking responsibility for anything. Besides, where did you hear those rumors?" "You think I'm stupid. Savannah just got back a month ago and she's further along than that. You just got married. You haven't seen each other for five years. How could Savannah be carrying your child, Cillian? The pack members are talking about this. Savannah's pregnancy is very strange. Please, you are a great man. All the wolves obey you. You mustn't obey Savannah!"

I tore my gaze away from hers. “I am sorry you went through that, Iris. I’m sorry you went through any of this, that you are still going through it, but you have to be mistaken about Cyber. He's a good man. A little rough around the edges, but he has a good soul.” Angrily, I wiped away a tear that had fallen down my cheek. It had been a mistake telling her. She was Havoc’s old lady, and he was a patched member of the Savage Sons. Of course her loyalty was to them.

“You better call me tonight, Zayn. We have a lot of things to talk about.” “Alright, take care of yourself. I will send Micah to escort you to the Dark Edge pack,” I kept my eyes on his empty wrist out of habit before I remembered that he was no longer wearing the silver bracelet that was used to suppress his savage wolf. In the Great Landmark, wolves had three mental stages: Normal, Rogue, and Savage. Although all the men from the Dark Edge pack had rogue wolves, he was forced to enter the savage state after his mate rejected him, unlike me who was born with a savage wolf. I had to keep it a secret, even from him, as savage wolves were usually hunted down due to their dangerous and belliger

“True but I can still hit a woman that attacks me.” He took a couple stumbling steps. “Get ‘im!” Karina wailed. Gesturing to the Sarabi sitting in a circle. And they did. Biting and tearing ravenously. Ripping at his arms and legs while he turned to try and combat them. A huge man busted through the trees carrying a giant heavy woman. But Savage was stumbling and swaying, his vision too blurred to identify the newest party. “Viking!” This man roared. Summoning another charging creature from somewhere behind Savage.

- RESCUED Savannah made her way out of the pack house and into the night dew; she took a deep breath, taking in the earthly smell, before running off in the lake's direction. She didn't make it far before a small pack of about twelve wolves got to her, she manoeuvred around them, snapping necks and breaking arms as she went. She volted over one of the wolves, while grabbing his arm and ripping it clean out of the socket. He yelped in pain, but still curses at her, "you'll pay for this bitch."

his expression went from furious to regretfully “We found the corpse of one of the swans that had been missing for a few months. It had a huge impact on our people. For all of us, without exception, in fact. When you live in a pack as small as ours, you can’t help but be close to everyone.” “I’ve seen that swan a few times over the years.” Penelope sighed, head down “Poor Obed. He was a good shoemaker and seemed to love his little children a lot…” “As you can imagine, the discovery of his corpse ended the hopes of many of finding their missing loved ones still alive. And I'm increasingly worried about what kind of psychopath we might be dealing with.” the Alpha of the Swans gritted his teeth

Hence, the plan had been to mate with them, to avoid the wildness from interfering with their knotting me out of my heat, to ensure my own survival. I was taking this risk, this perilous gamble, more for my own sake than for theirs. If I acted shrewdly, if I could control the situation, I might force the wildness to retreat, if only for a time. With that desperate hope in mind, I sliced my wrist open with a claw, the blade piercing my flesh with practiced ease, a sacrifice for survival. Blood sluiced from the wound, a crimson offering, a desperate plea for salvation. I moved hastily, desperately, to feed the brothers before the wound could close, before the opportunity was lost.