Talia Lolirock Novels & Stories

“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.

“hahaha! Forgive! You want me to forgive you for what exactly, WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS FOR TOMAS XANI?! YOUR CURRENT TRANSRESSIONS OR YOUR PAST ONES THAT HAVE MORE NUMBERS THAN THE SANDS ON THE SEASHORES!” She shouts and there’s a strong wind around the court room with each word she speaks, the flames in her hair brighten “IT”S HIGH TIME I INTRODUCE MYSELF TOMAS!” she doubles forward and screams then rips her top off only then do I see that she has a mark identical to mine ‘a mates mark’ we all watch as Roho makes her first shift and emerges as a red Lycan, she stands tall and howls shaking the entire court room and Elder Tom drops to his knees.

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

A hand, cool and steady, pulled my hair back away from my face. “Wipe your mouth, Sienna,” Roxy’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, but her eyes were tracking the alleyway like a hawk as she handed me a handkerchief. Talia stepped forward, her sleek, straightened hair looking perfect even in the grime of the alley. She pulled her phone from her bag, the screen glowing bright against the darkness. She looked at Roxy, a silent, hesitant glance, before turning the screen toward me. “I didn't want to believe it either,” Talia whispered, her voice trembling with a shaky edge that I was too distraught to notice. “But after I saw him on that stage... I looked him up.”

I look at myself and see a mix of sticky glue, mixed with dirty fur covering all of me. The crowd erupts into laughter overtaking the sounds of my sobs and coughs. "Nice one, Talia!" yells Liam, the son of Alpha Brock from the Nightshade Pack, who I can make out in the front of the crowd. My blood runs cold at the comment. Talia walks on stage and gives me a condescending smile before addressing the audience. "Since my little sister can't shift into a wolf, I decided to lend her a paw," Talia giggles before looking back at me. "You're so welcome, my little Annette!"

Five Talia marched to her desk, dropping her bag with a scowl. "Scammers! The entire Donovan family are just scammers!" she muttered, her voice dripping with disgust. Her friend Lisa, curious as ever, scooted her chair over. “What’s going on? Is that scumbag ex-husband of yours causing trouble again?” Just as Lisa asked, Talia’s phone vibrated. It was a F******k friend request—from Leo. Rolling her eyes, she accepted it absentmindedly, barely listening to Lisa, who continued to ramble on.

On opening it,two silver pills were found. The Luna had killed herself. Her two children,both very young and with blank faces,stood closer to the platform than the rest of the pack. Twins,Hyde and Roe could barely believe that their mother was gone but they made no move to show it. The Alpha, himself stood at the foot of the platform and stared at the pale body of the woman that he had been with for centuries. His jaw was set and his face was even more blank than his children. He stood there with his arms behind him and his eyes were pitch black as he stared at her corpse.

Christian teased him. “No. That was just funny,” he replied. “You have no idea how refreshing it is to see someone have the balls—or boobs—to stand up to the council.” Cindy tossed the phone onto the desk. I glanced down. Her latest post was already racking up shares. “Talia doesn’t need permission. She earned the title, aced the training, sharpened her teeth, and her claws are manicured to perfection. The future of Blue Moon is almost here. #AlphaTalia #LetHerLead #NotYourDamsel”