Talon Tales Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

Every step I took made more of his cum leak into my panties and i loved the feeling. As we walked back toward the main camp together, Nick leaned close and whispered in my ear. “This isn’t a one-time thing, Racheal. Every night your cabin is quiet, you’re coming to my tent. Understand?” I smiled, still feeling sore and full of him. “Yes, Instructor,” I whispered back. “I understand perfectly.”

” I asked. ‘Where are you going?’ I made Talon shrug, knowing that Tawnie was close enough to see, even if she was moving too fast for me to see. Talon backtracked a few times to throw her off our plan, wanting to take her by surprise when we caught her. When we got to the location where we were going to catch her, Talon jumped over the wall, instantly spinning around and shrinking into the shadows. Moments later, Tawnie leapt over the wall that jutted out, and Talon slammed his body into hers, which sent us both rolling down the canyon wall. She cried out in shock as she started to struggle, panicking as we plummeted, but we were falling too fast for her to get her claws into the canyon wal

Johnny picked up the mate-bond dissolution application and flipped through it again and again. "Impossible! I've never signed this! This has to be forged! A fake!" I shook my head and let out a frigid chuckle. "If it's forged, do you think the alliance wouldn't find out? Are you questioning the alliance's capabilities?" Johnny's eyes turned red as he rushed at Zack, grabbing him by the collar. "What did you do to make Carla want to be your mate?!"

Lira sat alone near the far edge of the circle, plucking at her bowstring, gaze flicking toward Kaela. They’d only exchanged a few words before. Lira was new—transfer from some northern flank. Quiet, sharp-eyed, always on the edge of things like she didn’t quite trust them. Kaela understood that too well. “Back already?” Talon called out, flashing a grin as Kaela passed. “Did you two get bored or lost?” “Neither,” Kaela said coolly, not stopping. Talon stood, brushing ash from his pants like he’d been waiting for a reason to stand. “Shame. Was hoping for a real story.”

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

I freeze instantly. This isn’t good. Talon’s bulking frame narrows onto the petrified Luna, perceiving she’s a nomad like the enemies he’s been slaying…for standing in defense against them to protect the enemy who took his beloved captive, attacked his pack in his absence and snatched the life of one he held dear. “Da-

💿 Disc 2 Theme : Deceit . . Ana Pov We stood at the entrance of the pit named Exotic . The neon red sign flashed brightly in dark. What the hell is so exotic about vampires getting drunk off drunker humans? Sounds more disturbing than exotic. Talon had shocked me by dressing with some class. He wore a gray button down dress shirt with black dress pants. He actual looked good but I wouldn’t tell him that. “Ready” Talon asked scanning my body for the hundredth time since we left the house.

Rhett remains by the door, a guard against trouble inside or outside of this room. “As I was saying,” Talon interrupts the murmurs as everyone turns their attention toward him. “The good news is, our problem with the Stonehollow Pack has fresh information.” He chuckles, looking down at me with a smirk. The taste of copper blooms across my mouth as I bite my tongue hard enough to draw blood, only just managing to keep my mouth shut. The worst thing I could do in a room full of his people is smack him, or open my mouth. “The better news,” Talon continues, smiling like a maniac as his eyes catch and hold each and every person at the long table. “Is that my new little asset has teeth.”