Talon Tales Novels & Stories

Logan pov. I didn’t expect the girl to be that pretty and welcomed by everyone in the pack. High crest pack members were not the most accommodative people but somehow Tala had managed to win their heart and even that of my brother Lucas. ‘ Yes the demon wolf’. I need to warn Tala to stay away from Lucas, but her inquisitive nature would need me to do more than just telling her to ‘Stay away’. I was jolted out of my thoughts with the creeping sound of the door. I tilted my head and shifted my gaze to the door.

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.

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.

Like someone had yanked it out of the air. I stood breathless near the old library wing, panting like I’d run a damn marathon. Frustrated, I kicked the bottom of the ancient shelf I’d discovered weeks ago—the same one that masked the secret passage I used to sneak out of this cursed school. Oh, by the way—name’s Talon Green. Son of the Alpha of Green Moss Pack. Born troublemaker. Freedom junkie. Tunnel escape artist. That tunnel, hidden behind the decrepit bookshelf, led straight to the city outskirts in five minutes flat. No guards. No sensors. Just darkness and liberation. And the best part?

Jumping aside I mange to dodge his attempt at crushing me. Around us, chaos is erupting as the warriors begin to fight Talia and Armia, who are also using abilities so much stronger than any normal wolf should have. What the hell did they do to get this powerful? ‘Pay attention.’ Talon warns, raking his claws across my muzzle. Fuck, leaping backwards, I tried to ignore the pain that was racing through me. He was right; I needed to focus. Needed to focus. There was too much resting on the outcome of this battle, and many were depending on me and my comrades to come out victorious.