Winter Swan Novels & Stories

Vanguard, Grimm, Hilarion, and Slake took turns moving their rods near her mouth so that whenever someone was about to blow, she could harvest the delicious nectar without a break. Snow White focused all her energy on licking, her tongue flicking the notched heads and teasing their openings before engulfing them to the root. Storm tensed up, his hips bucking in the air. "Ooh... is she trying to suck us dry? Sss... oh... ooh... I’m gonna blow! Suck it!" SPLURT!! SPLURT!!

I wanted to transfer my identity registration back across the ocean and withdraw the savings I had spent years building through work. After the employee entered my information into the system, she looked up at me with suspicion. “Ms. Quinn, the Crownland ID card you are carrying is fake. Your official identity registration has always been tied to your overseas citizenship. All these years, you have only stayed in Crownland on a tourist visa. “And this bank card does not belong to you either. The account holder is a woman named Olivia. “In other words, if you want to withdraw any money, you will need her permission.”

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

Months passed by and one fine day she saw a beautiful swan swimming in the river. It was love at first sight. But she considered herself to be too ugly to love. Pained by her ugliness she looked down in sadness. To only see her reflection in the river waters and be surprised. For she was not ugly anymore She has grown up to be a beautiful swan. And that's when she realised that she was not ugly, she was unique. She was different from her siblings because she was a swarm and they were ducks. And this was how the ugly duckling turned out to be a beautiful swarm and fell in love and lived happily together"

With surprising quickness, Winter is up and begins to dart off into the forest leaving us behind. Umm, what the hell just happened?! Our mate is playing with us and she’s about to win if you don’t get your head out of your furry ass! With a growl, Stark takes off after Winter following her scent since we lost sight of her, and man is she freaking fast! I didn’t think that anyone could match me for speed but apparently, she can. Stark finally catches up to her after several minutes of trailing behind and nips at her tail making her yip in surprise. Our wolves continue to run for what seems like mere minutes when Winter comes to a stop before a meadow, she goes behind a tree and shifts back in

, so why should I? Hans was still asleep, with his arm lodged deep in my bosom. Silently, I disconnected him from my body and crept towards the lake to watch my reflection under the bright moon. Removing Hans' robe slowly, I observed the marks he had left on my naked body. I had very fair skin, snow-white by definition, which went very well with my name, Winter. My skin got bruised easily, which Hans knew. I didn’t understand what he stood to gain by leaving these marks. Didn’t he know that I was fond of revealing outfits? Or was he trying to prove something to Charley?

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

"Astraea, it's still an opportunity. Maybe you should agree." Tears mixed with cold sweat as they slid down my face. I bit my lower lip and tasted blood. With a single, brutal kick, the heavy oak door flew off its hinges. It slammed against the wall, splinters spraying everywhere. A voice thundered through the room—cold, furious, like a clap of lightning, wrapped in an implacable chill. "Who has the nerve to lay a hand on my Swan Queen?!"

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

"I can feel it. It’s... it’s vibrating against my radial nerve. It’s a bio-interface. She’s not just watching where I go. She’s tapping into my nervous system." The whistle drifted through the darkness again, closer now. The tune of Leda and the Swan was slow, distorted by the natural reverb of the tunnels. It didn't sound like a woman walking through a cave; it sounded like the cave itself was singing a lullaby of doom. "Panni," Elara’s voice echoed, devoid of the electronic distortion of a radio. She was somewhere in the dark, perhaps only twenty yards away, hidden by a bend in the ancient rock. "Do you know why the swan was chosen? It wasn't just for beauty. It was for the predatory grace