White Swan Patronus Novels & Stories

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

To my shock, two black-and-white swans waddled toward her, squawking as if greeting her. “What are they saying?” I whispered. Walda smiled slyly. “You’re not as stupid as you look.” I didn’t know if that was a compliment or not, so I just smiled awkwardly. “Eh?” “They’re waiting for a friend,” she said, puzzled. “But I only called these two.” Before I could respond, there it was again—a sound like hoofbeats. A massive, pitch-black Frisian horse appeared. Its mane shimmered like liquid midnight, and on its forehead glimmered a rainbow crystal horn. A unicorn.

' Then he felt Boro go from his head. Burdak is silent, he looked at a white swan in the pond again, is this swan also the guardian of this pond? Just like that waterfall pool? He is silent and watched the goose. True to his mind, the swan turned into a beautiful woman…and once it had become a human form…she laughed mockingly at him.

Stone, her mate, stood steadfastly by her side, his posture rigid and ever-vigilant, acting as an impenetrable shield for his new family. Ms. Polly stepped forward from the front of the crowd, her presence commanding an immediate, absolute silence. The elder witch wore a flowing gown of deep violet, her silver hair woven with tiny, glowing crystals that pulsed with an ethereal, ancient light. In her hands, she carried the sacred pack basin, filled with shimmering, silver-infused water that reflected the light of the April moon shining through the high glass ceiling.

I was about to detach the hairpin from my head when a voice echoed from it. “Mother, it’s me!” I heard a tiny voice sounded. It came straight from the hairpin, like it is alive. My eyes widened out of pure shock. I gasp as I try to recover from shock. “Snow White?” I asked unimaginably. That’s why it can speak. It turns out to be Snow White. So this little tiger is not lying when she declares that she can use magic. She transformed herself into a hair accessory!

Willow is chewing on the edges of her fingernails, and they are starting to bleed. I gesture for them to follow me into my office at the end of the hall. I shut the door and flip the lock. Osiris sits down across from me and rests his head in his hands. “I am assuming this is about Elizabeth’s wolf,” I break the silence in the room. “Too many people saw her shift,” Osiris says. “Rumors are going to spread.” “Did either one of you know that she had a white wolf?” I ask. Willow sighs loudly. Osiris and I both look in her direction. “She told me when she was younger that her wolf was white, but I could never see into her future. So, I could never be sure.”

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

he said. He got up and walked to someplace in his humble abode and he came back with a crystal ball, what was he? some type of witch crafter? He put the ball in the middle, dimming the lights. Penelope cane to stand next to me as William prepared himself. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and then he mumbled something. Suddenly the room went dark, and the only light source a candle. He opened his eyes, a gold glow reflecting. His hair rose as if gravity was being taken from him.

But now, the weak, skeletal figure lying on the hospital bed wasn’t the same girl that I brought to the Palace. My Little Swan was lost somewhere while running behind the Lycan’s traditions blindly, it was Heaven’s grace to return my love to repent. The wound of my chest was healed completely, so I maximized our skin contact to share my aura with her for rapid recovery. Utterly fatigued, Doctor Sarah stood beside Little Swan’s bed, she removed the mask and spoke. “Please pardon my offense, Your Majesty. But it’s not a good thing to torment your soulmate.”