Novels by BlackSwaan

A kiss was supposed to be soft, meaningful, passionate and expressive. What Vynessa's ex was doing was swallowing the other girl whole. She turned to look at the demon calmly sitting beside her like he had developed a hand in front of his head and then slapped her with it. "I see why you did not want to change restaurants when I asked earlier. You wanted me to see this. Didn't you? Why?" Vynessa said, the hurt flashing in her eyes. The server promptly left, sensing the seriousness of the conversation. "You confuse my intentions, Vynessa" Azaziel said and leaned forward, his nose almost touching hers. "I want you to sit here, looking pretty, have a nice meal, and relax." he took his hand and lightly brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ears. "Look at me. You should smile more. Otherwise you like a junior demon back in my home. Trust me, they aren't pretty" Vynessa immediately bit back the smile that was already forming. "I'll be back in a moment" and jus

Vynessa jolted up from her bed with a start. Her eyes darted around her room skeptically, looking, searching. For what? She could not tell. Her mind razed and churned, as she cold already feel a light headache forming. How was she in her bed? Where was Azaziel? It was morning, there was no shadow, or darkness or thunder striking or a dark, imposing creature with glowing red eyes. She didn't know how she felt about that. Everything looked normal, just like she remembered it. "What a fucking weird dream" she mumbled. "A dream?" The dark voice came from right behind her. "Oh God, fucking hell! Fuck!! Jesus!!" Vynessa could not put a lid on her mouth as she cursed colorfully. "Language, young lady" Azaziel said as he materialized in front of her. "You curse like a sailor, Vynessa" "You're here..." She said wiping her hand over her face. "...It wasn't a dream" She said more to herself than to the demon in front of her looking just as hot and equally brooding as the night before.

Vynessa wanted to speak, she wanted to respond, but every instinct she had told her to tread carefully; that she was in the presence of a very powerful predator. "Your name” The entity said, or asked, she could not really tell. Its voice rumbled, bouncing off of the walls of her room. Vynessa quacked in fear and deep awe as the voice reverberated. Had she really summoned something? What the fuck did she just bring to her house and how the hell would she send it back?! Vynessa summoned up strength and slowly sat up from her position on the floor, that was as far as her strength and courage could take her. She could not stand erect, not when those hideous red eyes levelled themselves on her, like they we're piercing through her soul. It looked like it was seeing right through her.A shadow with red eyes was staring down at her...Vynessa let the thought sink in. A demon was in her room. A very deranged, menacing demon that shrouded itself in darkness was standing in the mi

Vynessa stumbled away from the kitchen counter, her heart pounding as she stared at the glass mug that laid in a broken mess on the floor beside her feet. "Great. Just great!" she mumbled to herself, irritated, as she slowly slid down to the kitchen floor and sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. "I can't even make a simple coffee" She whispered again as she sat. She didn't even bother to pick up the glasses. She could not summon the strength. She didn't have it in her. Not today, not for a long time. The darkness outside mirrored the darkness within her as she stared blankly at the kitchen walls, her once bright eyes now clouded with despair.She was so tired. So fucking tired. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the refrigerator, a stark reminder of the emptiness that consumed her, ate at her from within. Even turning her head to the side was a Herculean task. The bad thoughts we're coming again and she n

"Fireheart"Lyra found herself in front of the same large moon again. She immediately knew it was a dream."Fireheart. See."This time, Lyra did not speak back, she waited for the moon to shimmer like it did before, she wanted a good look at the image she had seen before.When the moon began to turn clear, Lyra almost bolted towards it. But she didn't see herself this time. Instead, it was Freya she saw. The priestess was in Herr usual clothes but her olive eyes were a striking blood red this time."What is this? What does this mean?" Lyra said, turning around you ask the darkness. When she got no reply, she turned back towards the mirror, bit jolted back immediately.Taking Freya's place was Wren and Dorian. They looked up at each other like they were deeply in love. Lyra's heart pulled, but she pushed the hurt to the bark of her mind. "See, Fireheart, see" The voice came again. "I can clearly see, but I do not understand. What are you showing me?" Lyra asked as her frustration bui

"You acted like a true Luna today. Even though you delayed and had the entire pack scrambling for hope." Freya said breathlessly. Lyra had barely walked into her room before Freya was hot on her heels, admonishing her. Correcting her in her usual way. Lyra reminded herself that it was all in love, and it was Freya's duty to do so." Did you see? Did you see how they all turned to you? While you were being selfish, your pack needed you" she seethe. Her olive eyes glinting in the light. "Selfish? I have never been allowed to be selfish my entire life, Freya!! The alpha-""-is a hot blooded werewolf! He is alpha and can take whatever he wants and you will do well to remember that!"Freya stomped, walking deep into Lyra's room and facing her with the same disapproving look as before. " You will have to stop comparing yourself with the alpha, My Luna. You are but a female, and a carrier of a-"" - of a what?" Freyas eyes flashed at being interrupted. Even Lyra was shocked that she had b

Immediately Alpha Dorian and his new concubine left, Lyra slowly dropped to the ground, hugging her knees. She was not in the mood to party.If she stepped out of the room, she would be expected to smile, to laugh and be the joy and strength of the pack, she did not have it in her.Her heart felt like it was being squeezed over and over again. Thoughts of her future kept rolling around in her head. It was too bleak. She was loosing. She was loosing everything.The first tear dropped on the floor between her feet, then the rest followed. How could she do this? How??A gloved hand appeared in front of her blurred vision.Lyra started. Stood quickly and immediately began to wipe her eyes.The last person she needed to see her crying was the pack's priestess.Freya. The High Priestess, as well as the mouth of the moon goddess herself. She had taken it upon herself to teach Lyra her duties as the Luna of the Night Light Pack. And so far, Lyra has been a great student but not great enough

Episode 1Lyra was reeling. No, not reeling, she was loosing consciousness. She was dying. She could vaguely feel her mouth open and closing. Was she speaking? Was someone else speaking? What was going on??She was melting away into nothing. Dying was a welcome idea at this point. Anything, anything was better than this. This shame, this hurt, this... This... What was this? "... Can you hear me Lyra? You need to say it back. It is important that you say you accept Wren as my concubine now before I tell everyone else in the pack. It shows a united front in our family and our pack in general"That voice, Alpha Dorian's voice. Her mate. He was standing in front of her, but protecting another woman, hiding her behind him, like she was the problem. Like she was not the one who had been hurt. "I... I don't understand you..." Lyra managed to say. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, her head was ringing like she had just been hit. On her birthday, he was announcing Wr