Tamas Novel Summary Novels & Stories

"Iam all yours" he grinned at her as his eyes raked her naked body in disgust, he walked closely and leaned on top of her. He knew ameerah is smart and be has to be smarter, he nibbled and sucked on her weak spot as he finger gently finds it way to her gun that was kept closer to her.

Not like things like wolves existed but still, I love reading paranormals. "My arms hurt, and my toes. I will have to check it to see if the wounds opened again." That was when I noticed that he was limping again, not so seriously though, because if I didn't know that, that was not how he walks, I wouldn't have noticed. "I found our seats." The man that was leading us said. He sat down and we settled down beside him. "Thanks, man." Ryan shook hands with him and they patted each other's back like old friends. Old friends my butt!

She’d never won a race, but she knew that if she could just keep going a little further, the endorphins would kick in and she would get a burst of speed. She shouldn’t have worried about it. There, right in her path, emerging from a thick copse of trees, was Tamsin. He towered over her, a giant, dire wolf with fur the color of white-silver moonlight. He was so beautiful, she thought, forgetting, for a moment, to be afraid. With trembling hands, she reached out to him, hoping he didn’t take it as a threat. Hoping, against reality, that he’d recognize her, remember that moment they shared in the halls of Eventide where he pleasured her and promised to make her his.

She locked her gaze with him,“They left with my daughter, far away from your reach.” “Did you give them the Tavala?” He demanded with a low growl. “What did you think Derek? The emblem of authority rightfully belongs to her and–" “Enough!” "No Mister!" Tamara countered fiercely,“You keep quiet! You think murdering my husband would make me give it to you?” “I am–” “My daughter is the new Alpha of Tsauno! And she would come back to claim her birthright, you son of a bitch” “His mother was an angel.” Newton corrected calmly.

Terrified by what might have happened, she forgot about chasing the shadow and paced after the voice that screamed. Once she got to the neighbors apartment, she could see three persons gathered to have a look too at what happened. It was a middle aged man who was bleeding from the leg! He had a deep cut and his wife might have been petrified by it. "We're haunted!" The first man began as he stood low to scrutinize the deep cut. It seems like he was bitten by something vicious! "I tried attacking but... arghhhh" the man spat growling in pain. "Is he going to die?" The second asked Natalie who might have an idea about this things since she was a wolf hunter.

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

I released a frustrated moan as I reached down and tore his hands away from my hips, I forced his hands behind his head with little resistance as I rode him harder in defiance. “Love, you’re gonna make me-” Quest struggled to say only to have his words catch in his throat as he finally gave up on the fight. “Cum…” He stuttered out as his cock spilled his seed deep within me. “No,” I whimpered frustratingly. I buried my head within the crook of his neck and bit down on the spot just below his ear, his skin was fleshy from under my canines as my irises dilated the moment his fresh blood touched my awaiting tongue. My fuchsia eyes burned a rose gold as I felt the ribbons of fate steadily tie to

CASPIAN'S POV I couldn't just stop tasting and discovering my mate and neither was she resisting. If months ago someone had told me that one day I would be standing in the gym kissing the mate I thought would be my weakness, I would have eventually killed that person. But today, I don't know if I can let this woman in my arms go. Tamsyn, Leader of the blue-eyed rogues. I went from hating her presence to yearning for her touch. How did I come here? I couldn't explain it.

—— The sun shone brilliantly as Tamashi trudged along the paths through the gardens. ‘This all started because of one stupid date. A date that my best friend set me up on. That same woman later accused me of murder, for no good reason. She tried to recruit me, but I said no. I didn’t want anything to do with her gang. But then my friends got attacked. I also discovered that I had an annoying spirit with some awesome powers hiding within me.’ Tamashi stopped to look up towards the sky. He spotted a flock of birds flying through the sky, soaring towards the south as the November days continued to cool.

And so, under the quiet weeping of Svirka, under the moans of the wind outside the walls of the hut, the novice finally plunged into a heavy slumber. In the morning, when his horse trotted after the stallion Donatos, sleepy, broken, chilled Tamir cursed both his Gift and the fate that so mocked him, giving him the ability to do what would make a simple person's hair stand on end. His whole teaching was more like everyday torture.