Novel & Cerita Darth Talon

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

He longed to call for his parents, but he had rushed to this spot without his belongings, even shirtless due to the urgency sparked by the name he heard. "VALE!" The stranger's call reverberated, triggering a sharp pain in Altair's abdomen once more. Talon’s eyes darkened as he advanced towards Altair. Suddenly, Talon's vision blurred, his mind overwhelmed as he lurched towards the boy, everything afterward fading into a surreal blur. His senses dulled, oblivious even to the child’s initial cries, a singular impulse driving him. Feed. Locked away in solitude and agony, Talon endured countless nights of torment. If this night marked his end, he would die sating his hunger.

He gestured to the Van Helsing that his apprentice held prisoner, and the one that he’d knocked out that lay at Rhett’s feet. “We’ll take them with us,” Talen said leaning down to grab the one that the apprentices held captive, lifting him up. “Hi,” he grinned revealing his sharp pre-molars and canines to the Van Helsing before punching him so that the man crumpled in his grip, before gripping the one by Rhett’s feet by the back of his shirt and dragging both limp men around to the rear. “He’s a f-king big one,” Dan Craddock observed, eyeing up Talen, impressed. “I’ve seen him around town every now and again. Where’s he from? Rideten? Part of Zeus, isn’t he?”

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

"Dolph is dead. I killed him. I don't know how it happened but I felt my power return. I killed him and afterwards I saved the remaining survivor in the dungeon. A brief silence hung in the air, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Talon's anger began to yield to a mix of emotions—relief, closure, and a renewed sense of purpose. "Really? That is good news. No wonder you were swift in fighting. I have always known that you have something in you. Something great. I'm proud of you my love," he complimented.

the caped man ordered. "Don't worry, Mr. Zane Campbell. We've properly classified the human hybrid subjects, who can shift into wolves but possess dragon fire abilities, and those who can shift into dragons and have fast-healing wolf powers. Mixed blood hybrids have been injected with your blood Zane along with herbs mixed in serum that can enhance their powers threefold," Ted explained. My suspicions were confirmed; it was indeed Zane Campbell, the son of Xac. Xac, a rebel against my father, had conspired with vampires to release a deadly plague in the dragon realm. His actions led to mass destruction and the near extinction of our kind, leaving me, my father, as the only survivors.

We spun immediately. Weapons ready. Power surged through my veins. The Blade of Ardyn erupted with silver fire. A figure emerged from the shadows. Tal, massive and armored. The warrior stood nearly a head taller than Kael, his silver armor covered in ancient symbols glowing faintly beneath layers of dust and blood. A long cloak hung from his shoulders. His face remained hidden behind an ornate helm shaped like a wolf. Yet despite the armor concealing his identity, something about him felt familiar. Ancient.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

he growled. “Leila, Leila please talk to me!” I could hear Nick still on the phone. I watched as Dan raised the phone to his ear. “If I can’t have her then no-one can.” An evil smile appeared across his face as he hung up and pulled the knife out.

The dragon spread his wings while Talon jumped on the dragon as well, cradling the wolf tenderly in his arms. “Oomph !” Dante exaggerated. “You are heavy,” he razzed his brother. Talon rolled his eyes at his jackass triplet but then smirked when he looked down at the beautiful, whimpering wolf in his arms. “Don’t call the delicate wolf that !” Talon smugly replied, cupping the wolf’s pink cheeks. He brushed the blood away from Bryson’s split brow. His fingers lingered, too gentle for a battlefield. “Makes me wonder how he got the role of the commander of the world’s most elite strike force. Nepotism maybe,” he chuckled, stroking the handsome Alpha’s chin.