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 nigh

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

When he caught up, he tackled her gently, paws gripping moss, and licked her face in wolf form. Talon: Pinned her. Victory. We are the greatest hunter who has ever lived. Jax: She let you catch her. Talon: Slander. Lies. Retract that immediately. When she stood and nuzzled into his neck, Talon did something unforgivable. He purred. A six-hundred-pound predator purred like a damn housecat then nuzzled her right back, wanting to put his scent on every inch of of her fur with the subtlety of a brick through a window.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

He would make an example of the very unfortunate fool. Yes, silver was a common instrument of torture that most alphas employed to deal with the worst of rogues and criminals, Lucas included. But to use it intravenously and coupled with wolfbane? That was the cruelest of cruel. If an alpha did such, he would be stripped of his title or even killed, depending on who he happened to offend with his actions. This time, it was Lucas who happened to be offended and any alpha with a bit of sense would disappear from the face of the Earth. Which was another reason why Lucas decided to keep his mate's arrival a secret. Let it be known to his pack and to the other packs the circumstances of her arriva

Caribbean sand meeting lush blue ocean. “Chloe?” Lucas uttered in disbelief. The wolf let a growl. It wasn’t an aggressive warning sound but Lucas remained wary. It was undoubtedly his mate. He could feel the mate bond being tugged at like the string on a violin. It vibrated around them, pulling them toward each other like two magnets. Lucas could tell Chloe’s wolf recognised him but the question was would the she-wolf accept it or fight him. It seemed she wanted to fight him on it, at least that’s what Lucas thought when the wolf suddenly lunged at him.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

I expected him to look sad, but there was a certain fire burning behind his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. "Well please enlighten me," I quipped. "We're not going anywhere anytime soon." I lifted my arm and gestured to the tubes connecting us. "This isn't what you think it is," he said. I looked at him, waiting for the answer he was dancing around. "Lycanthropes live in packs. They have leaders known as Betas, who answer to me, the Alpha." "And... I trailed off, clearly not seeing his point.

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.