Talia Lolirock Novels & Stories

“He plans to claim Obsidian Ridge. He believes it is his birthright—and that you stand in his way.” The flowers around them seemed to still. Kaela rose within Talia, controlled and ready. But Lora wasn’t finished. “Prepare yourself,” she warned. “He will come at you in ways you do not anticipate. He will use others as his weapons. In ways you are not ready for.” Talia exhaled slowly, anchoring herself. “My wolf senses you are a warrior,” Talia said quietly. “A formidable one. And I feel how fiercely you love your mate. So why warn me? Why risk this?”

“Check it again. Thoroughly.” Laura’s hand slid down my arm, her fingers brushing against mine like she was trying to soothe the tension coiled in me. “Talon,” she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the shuffle of the prospects working through the boxes. “He’s not just some monster. I think… I think he’s lonely.”

That smile already creeping in at the corner, the one she could not keep off her face even when she was trying. "That still doesn't apply to me." Anna dropped her head into her hands. "Oh my God." Talia flipped her hair. One clean, unbothered toss that landed perfectly. "Look at me." Kira snorted. "We unfortunately are." Talia ignored her, turning back toward the mirror with the energy of someone who had already won an argument inside their own head and was simply waiting for the rest of the room to catch up. "I'm just saying if a man like Lorenzo walked in here and saw this face—"

He brought his hand up and I stopped. "You wanted your mate to be in pain, didn't you? I'll give her real pain," Kol hissed. "I, Nikolai Volkov, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, King of Mozog, reject Talia Romanoff as a member of the Rogue Pack." On cue, a scream erupted out of Talia and I caught her before she fell down on the floor. I cradled her body as she cried and crumpled in my arms in fake pain.

my urge to bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply. TALIA'S POV I bite down on my lip as I brace myself for the excruciating pain I know is about to come. He is right in front of me, so close that I can feel his breath warming my face. I am sure he wouldn't strangle or hit me because a royal like him wouldn't touch someone that looks as pathetic as I do now. I just couldn't control the tears from flooding my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. I look weak and scared. I didn't have pyjamas or the right nightgown to sleep in. So I put on the long, buggy widow's dress I still had in my bag. I must look like a mad woman. But it doesn't matter anyway since I will soon be dead again.

She told herself this was just another patrol, another border check. But her heart betrayed her, beating a little quicker when she caught the faint trace of Talia’s scent on the wind. She wasn’t alone anymore. Talia was crouched in the clearing, her auburn hair pulled into a loose ponytail, as always, nose nearly touching the ground as she examined a patch of disturbed earth. Lyra folded her arms. “Are you sniffing the dirt?” Talia jumped, nearly falling over. “Lyra! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Talia loped into the shadows of the forest, her paws finding rhythm in the familiar cadence of home. The metallic tang of human scent faded behind her, replaced by the cold damp of pine and earth. She didn’t slow until the flicker of two shapes ahead told her she’d caught up to them. Dedrick and Toddry. They stopped when they sensed her fury rolling through the pack link—sharp, cold, and unmistakable. “I was not in danger, and I told you not to come after me!” she snapped, her voice echoing cleanly in their minds. “I wanted to get close to him so I could figure out how to stop their stupid machines!”

A few minutes later, Talia stepped out of the shack with the animal-skin bag slung over her shoulder. She was dressed in a loose checkered shirt and faded knicker shorts, her chest tightly bound beneath the fabric. The belt cinched her waist just enough, but from a distance, she could pass as a wiry boy. "Perfect," Lucien said with a proud smile, walking up to her. A few rogue boys stood nearby, watching in silence. "My mother’s locket... I can’t find it." Her voice cracked. She lowered her gaze, chewing the inside of her cheek. "It’s the only thing I have left of them."

"Now, this will cause chaos... Have you figured out the extent yet!?" "As long as my brother gets to live! I don't care who dies!" Lia screamed and wove her hand. Tala saw a red powder like mist appear around Lia and filtered into the cage, Tala coughed at it, Ray flew up and grabbed Tala but he also coughed, not long after that the two lied feinted on the ground. Lia looked at Turok "You will bite him now" "Burn in hell!" He said snarling behind the cage.

“Fucking A.” “Why aren’t you interested? Most men are,” the rogue choked out with emotion, pleading with her bright, feverish eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip as I stepped closer. As she looked up at me, I noted there was a sadness in her eyes. I realized her eyes reminded me a lot of my own—the same very icy shade of blue. I softened toward her and asked, “What’s your name?” “Talia,” she replied as a tear slid down her cheek.