Darth Talon Novels & Stories

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.

"It is." "Then it’s settled. Hana will remain a Crimson Tides charge until the child is born." Silas announced, turning his full attention back to the two women ahead of us. "As for you," he hissed, snapping his attention to Stacy. "You will be executed along with the rest for having a hand in multiple assassination attempts. It’s a pity you killed your mother, because I would have liked to have finally given my parents and Lennox’s father justice. However, I'm confident that your death will suffice to appease their souls."

Just hearing him mention Talia having Chance’s baby was pissing me off, but I couldn’t let him see that. "Sweetheart, why don’t you answer this one?" Talon calls just as the sound of heels clicking against the ground reaches us. "Gladly." Talia purs, wrapping herself around Talon once she appears. "Not like it matters now. She won’t be alive much longer anyway." So they planned on killing me after all. I figured as much, but now that I was hearing it, a chill raced down my spine. I could probably handle Talia alone, but Talon clearly possessed some sort of supernatural abilities that would make fighting the two a bit tricky.

On the other hand, Landon had yet to recover from his karmic backlash, and any sudden movement could trigger it again. Just as the henchmen closed in, Landon spoke, his voice low, hoarse, and commanding. "Talon." A sharp cry echoed from above. A black figure descended at terrifying speed, landing in the living room. A flash of white light erupted, revealing a man in a suit who bore a faint resemblance to Landon, his aura murderous. Talon moved with lightning speed. Before anyone could react, his fists struck. The henchmen were sent flying, crashing into walls and furniture, incapacitated instantly.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

It would quite literally be a house inside the Compound. I looked for Xander in our shared suite, and he wasn't there, so I went next door to his suite and knocked, not wanting to give Chef Lo Faso instructions if Xander had already done it. I didn't look for Elias, knowing he was still at work. Not finding Xander, I went downstairs to speak with the chef when I saw him walking toward us, talking to another tall, good-looking man. "Oh, Kalyssa!" Xander reached for me as he approached, and then kissed my cheek. "This is Gray Garza, Alpha Supreme of the Western Region. Gray, this is my betrothed, Dr. Kalyssa Carran, veterinarian."

With trepidation and a glimmer of newfound optimism, I made the decision to reach out to Daniel, defying the currents of uncertainty that threatened to engulf me. Heart pounding, I dialed his number, anticipation and apprehension intertwining like a delicate dance. "Hello, this is Talia. Am I speaking with Mr. Daniel Henrotin?" I inquired, my voice infused with a mix of reverence and vulnerability. "Yes, it is," came his confident response, a familiar warmth resonating in his tone. "Oh, hi! Do you remember me? Talia from Kosho," I ventured, hoping to rekindle the memory of our previous encounter.

Noah asked nervously; he knew her history of blood loss was dangerous for her. "My hand," she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "My arm, I can't…" "Let me see." Behind him, the club doors banged open. Talon strode in at the head of a dozen men, in black, armed and grim, scanning the room with the cold efficiency of a man who had expected the worst. His gaze swept the wreckage, the unconscious rogues, the dead, and the Alpha on his knees on the floor; he took in all of it in two seconds.