White Swan Patronus Novels & Stories

She shook her head. “I can’t. My mirror could be broken if I push her to picture him…” Slova poured a potion into a silver goblet. It was red colored fluid and so thick with horrible scent. Slova swigged it all. She wiped her mouth after drinking it and blenched twice. The princess looked at her with her arched eyebrows. “He’s so powerful. I am pretty sure he’s not coming from this earth…” Slova explained as she put the goblet back on the table.

His long white hair catches the wind, framing a face that looks like it was carved out of marble by a master sculptor. But his eyes are the strangest part. They are entirely white. No pupils, no irises, no dark spots at all. Just two solid, glowing pools of pure white light resting beneath long silver lashes. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. He is the only true sorcerer on the entire continent. His appearance is bound to be a little strange compared to regular wolves and humans. I stare at him boldly, completely unfazed by his intense presence. How come none of the female students in the courtyard are swooning right now? If we are talking purely about face value and looks, Dean Grayson is

The most interesting bit about our target is that most of her information are unavailable and not even the best of hackers could penetrate the wall. The key information that we have about her is that, she is related to both proud panda and white swan. She has one brother who is an adopted son. Her husband is a tycoon and she has a friend in country z. Any additional information that might be helpful to us? White swan: she is a first class bitch with a face of an angel and the eyes of the devil Lucifer: I sounds like someone consumed raw vinegar. But she is right. She has a face of an angel and beautiful onyx eyes. I still have some unfinished business with her.

"Don't ask me why I got that card, simply because I was born into a wealthy family." Claura was speaking suddenly motionless, and Henry was in the same situation. Someone is using space-breaking magic to sneak through the ticket gate. Hana sped out of the door and she came across a moving brown luxury swan equipment. That is it; the fire from Hana's hand surrounded the vehicle so that it could not go on, the beautiful white fur of 4 swans was being burned, and the whole swan car was tinged with red, but still, no one stepped out. Hana doubted that she had misjudged it. "Why do you dare?" An angry voice echoed behind his back.

I was used to his teasing by now. Before I knew what was happening, Reon took his stance before the Moon Goddess's stature. With his left hand on his chest and a raised right hand, he took a pledge. “Before Selene serves as my witness, I promise to care for Swara like my flesh and blood. I promise to deal mercilessly with all those that have caused her pain. I promise to make her a happy woman. And not have her worry. Or fear rejection. I promise to rebuild the broken pieces of her. I promise to grow in love for Swara even though she just wants to end up a Delta wolf. Though I don’t think she means that. With the way she is looking at me right now, it feels different. So help me Selene.” He

Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

The magic surged, consuming everything. When the light faded… the brown runt was gone. In its place stood a pure white wolf, larger than life, radiant, glowing with ethereal power. And behind her… the soft, fragile sounds of two newborn pups. One, predominantly black with a white patch on its chest. The other, snow-white with a black mark over its heart. The room fell silent. The impossible made real. True royal blood reborn in the heart of ruin.

"But I'm holding a piece of it." "Yes." She set the pendant down on the table between us like it might still be dangerous. "The Lunara line produced white wolves. Not pale-coated wolves—true white, the kind that hasn't been seen in this territory in longer than I've been alive. They were rare even before the purge. After it, they simply stopped appearing at all." My stomach dropped somewhere cold and fast. "I shifted white," I said. "Yesterday. In the cave." "I heard," she said, and for the first time something that wasn't composure moved behind her eyes—something closer to hunger for an answer she didn't yet have. "Which is why I sent for you today and not next week."

I leaned back in my dining chair, my eyes staring at the small back that had been lying next to me in my bed these past couple of days. The gentle sway of her hips reminded me of how many times I had wrapped my hands around them, holding her tight while I whispered sweet nothings in her ear and made endless love to her. My little swan had completely adapted to being mine. She complied with everything I said, followed my rules, and had even become happier now that I allowed her to go back to campus, roaming public spaces again. Little does she know it was because I'm building a case where I can probably have more chance in venturing our adventure to public space.

I glanced at the bathtub and my dream last night played again—the moans, our naked bodies, the candlelight… “Do you want to meet Cerberus’ brothers?” “He has brothers?” I gave him an astonished look. “Yep, Hades and Pegasus. Brown and white wolves respectively.” “So they are the Amber Pack and Silver Pack’s pets?” “Yes,” His lips formed into a smile. “I’m glad you are quickly learning about everything here in Stella’s Soul.” “Am I?” My cheeks burned again and my shoulders lifted a little. “You are.” He brought my strands of hair behind my ear and I blushed even more. I don’t know why I feel like a schoolgirl interacting with a senior crush but I can’t stop it; I can’t help it.