Sinopsis Novel Tirani Novels & Stories

"I have a room waiting back at the large cabin or we can spend this first night alone in the small cabin." "I want to sleep near my new pack." "Done." Nicolas quietly opened the door and the two entered the house, naked and in human form. The entire clan waited expectantly. "It took you long enough to come home." This comment came from a smiling Troy. "If you think we're answering questions, you're mistaken. Everyone go to bed and we'll talk in the morning." "You're no fun." "I'm glad you think so. Talya, meet your new babysitter. Zenya is my mate and if she comes to me with stories of the hell child I've put in her charge of you'll pay dearly. I want my mate happy and settled. Do I make mys

Two weeks to decide if the man who'd saved her life was someone she could trust, or just another predator in a better suit. Tia picked up a pen and started writing. The war had begun.

Taryn looked at the immense plain ahead, the fog covering the green grass while the dew on the green wires began to disappear; She squeezed the string of the bow that stood sideways on her chest and breathed deeply. Soon her enemies would emerge from the woods in front of her, her uncle would appear. She didn't even know what the traitor looked like. All she knew about him was that he had feasted on the corpse of the previous king and let his sister, Taryn's mother, be raped and tortured by his filthy men who never broke away from him.

They were pissed and defeated, so silence was more comfortable to have than rallying uplifting talk. A winged figure came approaching from the skies. She was carrying the hijabi alchemist that was Tirana. Lars made a little run as he reunited with them, smiling in relief seeing that they were just fine. "Tir! Vorpal!" Tirana greeted back with her smile. "I tried to drag Vorpal to get away but she said she wouldn't miss witnessing the true powers of the Scions." Vorpaltinger just casually shrugged. "It's one of a lifetime chance to see it."

Riven’s gaze flicks toward the north wall, then the western ridge. “Yes.” My heart thunders. They’ve positioned the strike teams. They’re waiting for the signal. Elira takes a slow step forward. The Heart pulses. The frozen wolves shudder faintly. Tirianna sees it too. But she doesn’t retreat. “That it?” she calls. “You want the heart so badly, come and take it?” Elira’s lip curls. “You have your father’s arrogance,” she says smoothly. “And his foolishness.” My claws itch to break through skin. Tirana is under my protection. If she killed…

“I don’t care if you have Moonfang blood. I don’t care if you become the most powerful woman in every kingdom.” “I care about you.” Nyra’s lips trembled. Before she could answer, the guards returned carrying several large books. The covers were damaged with age. Silver symbols covered them. The elders gathered around a table. Nyra and Cassian stood nearby. Draven remained on the other side. The oldest elder opened the first book. Dust rose from the pages. He turned several pages before stopping. His eyes widened. “This symbol.” He pointed toward the page. “It matches the mark that appeared beneath Nyra.”

The first few pages were blurred, some torn, others stained, but the further I dug, the clearer the nightmare became. Both Victor’s and Mimi’s names were there. Dozens of names I recognized—clan members, allies, people who had vanished over the last few months. Some crossed out. Some marked with words like “Tested,” “Asset,” “Eliminated.” “What the hell is this…” I whispered, my eyes racing down the pages. “Look here,” Dylan pointed at a page further in. A diagram of a facility—not the Vagaz compound. A different location. Hidden deep within the Eastern Mountains. A red X was drawn over a sector labeled “Subterranean Level C.” The caption read:

“You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end." "So you findished this already?” She was somewhat surprised because Xiana wasn't the type to finished a book in one sitting. “Yeah. It made me cry because it is so relatable. The plot revolves around two close friends who are stranded in a foreign country after being kidnapped and must make sacrifices in order to survive." "Aww, I can't wait to read this," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. The book's nostalgic scent wafted from the pages, and she smiled to herself, thinking she'd read it tonight.

After Klara told him what Aldric had said, Randall had made sure the enforcers got the truth out of her. He watched with satisfaction as Visha was being tortured into telling the truth. It was almost as if a shell had fallen off his eyes. After almost an eternity of silence and sobbing, Randall finally spoke, "Get me, Aldric, now!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Dante had tried to avoid the partner’s daughter to avoid falling into his trap, opting for a different room. Dante felt a burning heat all over his body and was extremely uncomfortable. He was wrapped only in a bath towel, thinking there was no one else in the room. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the door to the room burst open. A beautiful figure staggered into the room—Lani, drunk and unsteady, entered and instinctively locked the door behind her. Lani slowly removed her coat, revealing her bare, creamy shoulders. Underneath, she wore only a light, sheer dress. She lay down on the bed, her body feeling hot and restless. Noticing the cool scent and body of Dante, she instinctively mo