Talon Tales Novels & Stories

Giving Bast a dark look. “The mighty Alazareth Bodane, Nauvree of the bloodlust, afraid of another assassin…” “He’s not just an assassin.” Alazar explained. “The man is absolutely ruthless, ice cold blood flows in his veins, and far more terrifying than that is how easy it is to underestimated what is going on in his head. If you were to define dangerous, it would be the king of the Blue Lark.” “I am not afraid.” Bast dismissed. “You’re not the one off to slap his goodwill in the face with goods and snide remarks.”

Ones that smell like ash and move like wind through locked doors. They'll come for her soon. Not to kill her, but to shake her. To make her doubt. To unravel her trials before they're complete. "Destroy her faith," the gangrene whispered before we parted. "That's how we win." They think they understand power. But what they don't understand is the ruth. And Talia... she is truth in motion. Unrefined. Untamed. But burning. I sit in the dark for a long time. Then I draw a sigil on the stone with my finger. One I shouldn't remember. One I didn't forget.

I need to get Tala out of out here. “ I'm not falling for your tricks Lucas. You can say all you want but I'm here to fetch my mate.” “ Mate you say? Did you see how she looks exactly like Elena?. The moon goddess brought her to me and gave me a second chance to love.” “ You might have been the one who brought her into this pack but the moon goddess led her to me here in this forest.” I watched as Lucas continued talking and I understood why he's so drawn to her, true Tala looked like Elena ( Lucas ex mate) who died while giving birth to Lucas child.

But he's only sure about one thing, that Falla knows what her doing. “I'll report this to mom and dad. Seriously Talon? How come you don't know about it?” Falla rolled her eyes as she aggressively cleared clumps of twigs and bushes that's been blocking her way. “It means Forrest of Madness and that's where we heading.” Talon grunts after slipping off from a mud track. Her sister's boisterous laughter disrupted a flock of birds that is peacefully resting in the piles of twigs and angrily attacks the two with wings was whirring at a furious rate.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

Then I did the last thing I wanted to do. I cried. *** Talon was gone for a week. He came to my room the night of his return. His skin was gray much like it had been before we mated. “I need you,” he said simply. I walked forward and gave him my throat. “No,” he whispered against my skin. “Not like this.”

She was tuning in, in spite of the fact that, which was all Claw inquired for. “Look,” Claw said, taking a profound breath. “I’m not like most men you’ve been with. And that isn’t fair a turn of state, I cruel literally.” Talon looked down at the tattoo on his cleared out hand. The wolf head was little, but he was beyond any doubt she had spotted it amid their lovemaking or any other time his hands were close her. Getting the words out felt like he was scratching a cut up his stomach and through his esophagus. It struck dread in his heart more than anything ever had, but he knew he had no other choice.

Talon walked beside me, his arm occasionally brushing mine, a silent reassurance that he was there even if my father wasn’t. “He’ll show,” Talon said, his voice low as we followed Scarlett and Logan toward the first exhibit. “Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something.” I nodded, but the words felt hollow. “Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe he changed his mind.” We wandered through the exhibits, the kids pressing their faces against the glass, pointing at the brightly colored fish and the stingrays gliding through the water. Talon crouched beside Logan, pointing out a sea turtle swimming lazily in its tank. Scarlett tugged at my hand, pulling me toward the shark tunnel, her eyes wide with excitement

Tania's POV Oh, Talon," I whispered, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions. His words resonate deeply within me, unraveling the layers of pain and sacrifice he had endured. The weight of his past struggles became palpable, and I realized how profoundly he had suffered for the sake of a kingdom that was not his own. Talon's selflessness and unwavering determination painted him as a true embodiment of love. Without hesitation, I enveloped him in a tender embrace, seeking to provide solace and comfort. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the magnitude of his sacrifice and the pain he had carried silently. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret for my initial overreaction, for not takin

Talon seems to chuckle as I whisper, “Please, let me go…” Talon slides his hand down from my cheek to my neck as he skims his lips along my skin to my ear and whispers, “Human blood flooded with fear is the best tasting blood…” The feel of his breath on my skin sends a shiver of terror through me and I struggle against the two guys holding me and try to move away from his hand that is still resting on my neck. However, this just makes Talon laugh and move his hand more down my neck to my shoulder, where he hooks his fingers into the top edge of my blouse and pulls.