Talon Tales Novels & Stories

MAVERICK The second I sensed that there was someone with us, I tugged Sofia tightly against me. Covering her front with mine so only her back was exposed. Her breasts were smashed into me and I tried not to get turned on again. It was Talon, looking for trouble again. He was wearing the playful smirk on his lips. I didn’t need to look into his mind to know his intentions were pure evil. He’d destroyed countless female creatures when they were placed under his care. He enjoyed breaking them and the prison authorities preferred to turn a blind eye to everything, but those were the ugly prison rules. If you didn’t have anyone to have your back, you were on your own. Clearly, those female creatu

author pov Talon was sitting on her and Mark’s bed when her sister came running in from the adjacent room and jumped on the bed with her. The two girls spent almost every waking moment when their mates were busy with one another. They enjoyed the freedom allowed to them here. They did not have to worry about being locked up and hidden. The twin moon goddesses had kept their word and made a haven for them. But not just them for others who were mistreated or wanted for nefarious use of their abilities.

The nefarious underworld feared the very mention of their code names ! Talon was cold, ruthless and arrogant, unlike his elder brothers who exuded warmth and affection, winning the popularity contest by a mile. However, the clan owed most of their victories, safety and innovations to Talon whose bold and courageous moves made the clan an untouchable and impenetrable fortress from any enemy.

Ralph's POV Amid the innocent pages of a seemingly children's tale, one narrative captivated my attention, aligning with my understanding of Athena. “Tala, I believe this is what we're searching for,” I shared with excitement. “What's it about?” She inquired, leaning in for a closer look. “A mysterious werewolf possessing telepathic abilities and an imposing wolf. Originating from a potent lineage, she holds the power to both create and destroy,” I read aloud.

Chapter 5 The moment my fingers brushed against the stranger’s hand, a sudden rush of energy coursed through me. It was not magic—not like the power that pulsed through the Alphas or the gifted warriors of the Dauntless Pack—but something different. Something restrained yet potent, like a hidden storm waiting to be unleashed.

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

Taylor narrowed his eyes and it was like he was looking through her naked soul which forced her to fix her posture. “Take care of Alpha.” Taylor stared at her for way too long and he got to know she doesn’t wanna talk about it so he left her alone with Lorcan and closed the door behind after taking a last glance at her and Alpha Lorcan. “There’s really something off about his girl.” Taylor found her suspicious but decided to take a nap as tomorrow is gonna be a big day if everything would work out the way they have planned. Tomorrow they have to go out for a hunt as it is the full moon night so they need to prepare for tomorrow.

Suddenly a shadow fell across my desk blocking the light. "You look like you are trying to solve a problem that does not exist " a voice said, really low and scary. I looked up thinking it was Timothee. It was a girl I had never seen before. She seemed calm and cold like ice. Her features were sharp. Her hair was a pale silver color. "Can I help you?" I asked, closing my book. She sat down across from me moving smoothly like a predator. "I am Talon " she said,. It did not sound like an introduction it sounded like a warning. She looked at me. I felt like she was taking away my defenses.

A hiss escaped his throat. I followed the edge of the wolf tattoo inked across his ribs, tracing the lines like scripture. Worship disguised as possession. Reverence in the shape of control. My touch wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. Because his body was a canvas. And tonight? It was mine to paint. He hissed, breath catching, and that sound—raw and real—made my clit throb. "Do you enjoy a little pain, Ryden?" I purred, my voice dripping with authority and a hint of dark delight.