Tamora Pierce Series Novels & Stories

“I won’t let him touch you Libby, you are mine.” I remain lost in his touch. The tingles aren’t there, but I know they should be. His scent is intoxicating enough right now. His fingers move, entwining themselves into my hands, before he lets go and cubs my face. Pierce’s aura remains the only one I can feel with the tablets, even Ben….without finding him and Beth in the woods in trouble, I would still be none the wiser. “What do you want Pierce?” I sigh, knowing I will only disappoint him.

An incoming call—from Trina. Pierce steadied himself and gripped the phone tightly before answering. "Hello, Mum." "Oh, Pierce! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you send the elite guard team to Montclair Manor!" Pierce's eyes fluttered shut in silent frustration. Just as he had expected, this wasn't going to be an easy case. *

She just prayed to the moon that Tamara could pass the assessment. Well, she needs to be. *** POV: Tamara Davis / Tyra Amaris Meanwhile, Tamara was pacing back and forth to her room because of anxiousness and a little bit of giddiness. Her heart was thudding loud and fast that she could already hear it from her ears. After she read the book about the Pierce Clan yesterday, she was out of focus with her lecture discussion with Shahara – and that made her more tense now. Hopefully, she could remember all the things that they talked about.

Taggart turned to Tamara, who was approaching his desk. Tamara sat beside Taggart, smiling beautifully and wearing a beautiful dress for dinner. "Thank you for wanting to have dinner with me," said Taggart, welcoming Tamara. Tamara smiled her best smile. He nodded in understanding. Taggart was starting to melt down. At least, this is Tamara's chance to get closer to the next Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. That dinner was just an ordinary dinner for Taggart. He asked her to talk about his and Pearl's problems.

Her body jerks violently backward as she releases Nyra’s wrist, stumbling away as if struck by an unseen force. “What happened?” I demand. Amara presses both hands against her temples, breathing ragged and uneven as panic flickers across her face like lightning flashing behind storm clouds. “I saw something,” she whispers. Her voice trembles. Nyra clutches her wrist, blood still dripping slowly against pale skin as her own expression tightens with alarm. “What did you see?” I press. Amara swallows hard, shaking her head once as if trying to clear images burned too deep into memory. “A tower,” she whispers slowly. “Stone.. tall.. broken windows..”

Emma steps into her place, and the moment her cool fingers brush against my scalp, a shiver runs down my spine. It’s not just the touch; it’s the unsettling certainty that something is wrong. Off. Her movements are precise, almost too precise, as she gathers sections of my short hair, deftly weaving them into intricate braids. She begins to intertwine small, delicate white flowers into the strands, each petal a stark contrast to the deep auburn of her hair. The scent of the flowers is light, but beneath it, I detect a faint, metallic tang. "This feels wrong, Tamsin. Very wrong," Kira warns, her voice a low thrum against my thoughts. "Her scent. It’s… off."

Austin came for my throat. Idiot. I dropped low, spun under his charge, and drove my shoulder straight into his ribs. The crack was satisfying. He howled and stumbled sideways, winded and stunned. But I didn’t give him time to think. I was already on him. My jaws locked onto his flank and tore deep. Blood hit the air. He hit the ground. Behind me, I heard the snarl before I saw her. Tamara. She didn’t hesitate. Shifted mid-sprint, her coat a rich, angry brown that shimmered under the morning sun. Her jaws clamped down on my hind leg—hard.

Taron laughed. “Why? Don’t he go to this Tamara often?” Kira demanded, feeling a cringe in her gut at the name Tamara. “He does… Tamara is his go to girl every time he has to let go off some steam,” Taron informed. “What did you do, Kira?” Taron demanded. “Umm…” Kira felt embarrassed. “Come on, I need to know!” Taron insisted. “Well, if you must know, he gave me the potion to cure wolfsbane thingy burn on my shoulder,” Kira pointed at her collar bone.

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Jessica asked, giving a small smile. Amanda smiled widely and replied "Yeah, sure." They got up and walked out of the room. As they kept walking Amanda kept her eyes fixated on Jessica, should she get struck by any wave of pain. They walked through different wards, chatting happily, laughing together and cracking jokes. As they were about to enter into the kids wards, Jessica bumped into a hard chest and the sweet scent of perfume filled her nostrils. The bottle of water the person was holding fell off from his hand.