Winter Swan Novels & Stories

If Edith doesn’t somehow manage to snag it first, someone else will surely bid way more than I would be able to afford since it’s a royal Swan artifact. Even so, I think it will still be fun to go. It’s still a bit warm, and has been for the past week. No snow has fallen lately, which is good for us since the Bears like to attack during snowstorms, but I do have to admit that the lack of snow is a bit depressing. Snow on Christmas is always nice.

"It happens every year. The swans fly south for the winter, and then back north for the spring. And every year, we lose some. To wild animals. To werewolves. To humans. Some don't find their way. They get lost, or they get killed, or they just... disappear." "That's horrible," she breathes. "It is," I agree. "That's the life of a swan, Aaronne. It's fragile. Precious. One wrong move, and it's over. That's why I can't just... let you in. Because if I let you in, and something happens to you, I don't know if I could bear it." She steps closer. Her hand reaches out, touching my arm. The contact is warm, electric. I feel it all the way down to my bones.

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

It was even harder when Abigail's wolf ran with them. The three white wolves burst through the tree line, and the lake came into view. Everyone dropped their bags and took off running for the lake. As they ran toward the dock, Aiden nipped at Abigail's tail, causing her to turn and try to get him. Winter ran circles around Abigail, and she growled at her brother before giving up and running for a tree to shift. Winter ran down the dock and leaped off the end before splashing into the water. When his head popped up, he saw Abigail and Zendaya running down the dock in their swimsuits. Each had a fist full of swim shorts in their hands.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, pulled out the notebook, flipped to the last page, glanced at it, closed it, replaced it, and went downstairs. Outside the window, the Snowfeather spread its wings and flew north. It came back every spring, flew away every spring. But this year was different. This year, there was an extra person on the windowsill. Silvery-white hair, pale gold palm, a one-millimeter curve to his lips. The bird didn't know this person. But it recognized the light in his palm. That light was the exact same color as the ice crystals refracting sunlight over the Northern Ice Plains. It had seen it on the ice every spring, always thinking it was the sunrise.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

"Owen Duncan, what are you trying to do?" Two voices overlapped. The moment Marissa stepped out of the elevator, she put herself in front of Adrian and Kyle. As if they were the inseparable family of three. "Marissa, I brought Kyle to apologize to Mr. Duncan, but he called Kyle a motherless child..." Adrian's voice was weak and wounded. Marissa was about to flare up, but I pointed at Kyle's neck and said coldly, "Marissa Langley, what right did you have to give Nora's protection pendant to someone else?"

The tattoo of the phoenix on the baby's left hand. She knew she was holding the Phoenix of Winter in her arms. Finally! She had her chance. Discarding the lifeless body of the baby's mother, Ursula flew with the baby on her magical broom to a very desolate tower. Her plan was to keep her there, because if she is caged in, there is no way she would be able to find the destined Ice King.

Her eyes latched on the icy peaks of snow-capped mountains that stood tall and proud in a distance. On one of those lived the notorious witch. The gusts of cold wind started to nip at their bone as they drew near the mountain. Azriel and Dustin were not as affected by the chilly wind as Sienna was. They had their wolf blood running in their veins. Azriel thought it would be better to shift in their wolf form for easy navigation. He looked over at Sienna who had now started to shiver with cold. Her arms were wrapped around her in an attempt to detain the heat.