White Swan Patronus Novels & Stories

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

"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

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.

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."

Not bright enough to deviate from the theme but just bright enough that we wouldn't need to rely on our werewolf sight. It was made for werewolves and every part of it reflected the intention. "We aim to serve and soothe," the attendant bowed. "I hope you will appreciate our hospitality." "We can start by appreciating your food," Bella said. "I'm famished." "You're in luck then," the attendant beamed. "Tonight is the night for our signature dish serving." He led us to a seat, quickly took our orders while specifically recommending the signature dish which we also ordered. "Pretty soothing," I commented as we waited.

Social status didn't really matter to Lucas, so he didn't look awkward sitting next to Rafaela. Rafaela nodded. "Yes, that's right, prince. That is me. Sorry in advance if I acted rashly. I have no other choice because of seeing you cornered. Let me introduce myself, I am Rafaela Swan. I am a tier two witch and a master at the Andromeda school, a water element witch."

She laughed again, ‘No, M’lady, unless that is what you would prefer. I shook my head, “So who is your patron supposed to be?” The she-wolf cocked her head and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I have not been called back from the Aether in a very long time, and they would have to be of Alpha caliber to be capable of the merge if I found them worthy to be my patron. Much as your own vessel had to be strong enough to hold the sliver of celestial essence within you.’