Taryn Terrell Tna Novels & Stories

“I need formal Healer regalia for the Council Gala with Kellan tonight.” “Already handled.” Tarian smirks. “Your new medicine assistant is bringing the dress up right now.” “You actually hired an assistant for me?” “Fresh graduate from the Moonscar Healer Academy. Her name is Valerie Taylor.” Moments later, a light knock sounds at the door, and a young female steps inside. She wears a simple white wool tunic and leather trousers, her dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, her pale eyes shining with energetic eagerness.

Elle turned to Tanya who had the biggest smirk I had ever seen from her before. Tanya got the position after a brutal three-day tournament. The first day had the contestants battling it out in hand-to-hand combat. The winners of each matchup went onto day two which was a grueling obstacle course where two contestants competed against each other. The winners went onto day three which was wolf-form combat. The winners kept competing against each other until there was a single contender left. “That was incredible to watch. Where did you learn your technique from?” Tanya asked. “Gabe, who I sparred with, was the one to teach me actually,” Elle said as her gaze turned to Gabriel for a brief momen

Taryn interjected, “sorry for interrupting.” Inside Clayton’s study room was a strong standing Black man along an equally intimidating wife. “Joshua Carter and that is my wife Evelyn Carter,” the man says extending his gratitude. “Taryn… Taryn Duff.” “I have a few of my team searching for her we will find her Clay,” Evelyn says, she was a very well-built woman, she was body builder of some sort, because she had muscles in all the right places. “Um…… well, Conan and I were listening in on Mrs. Mule and her daughter-in-law’s conversation and we might have found where she is.” Taryn says, trying her best to stand still with all the intimidating energy in the room.

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

said Carter patting the spot next to him " pull up some grass and have a chat with me, unless you are too scared to" He was baiting her, Thalia knew of this tactic all too well. Taryn often baited her when she captured her in the beginning, every time she was in a bad mood, Taryn would often do this same thing to her, egging her on to do something, to make a shitty decision - so that she could justify the assault she made her suffer.

Alara felt the stares follow her as they crossed the open space toward a stone archway leading to a quieter terrace. Standing against one of the pillars was Tanya, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Dressed in a tailored outfit that accentuated her figure, she looked every bit the poised she-wolf accustomed to power. When she spotted Alara and Damien, a cool, pleased smile curved her lips. “Damien,” Tanya greeted, her voice smooth as silk. She gave the Beta a small nod before her gaze slid over to Alara. “You may go. I’d like a word with our newest addition. Alone.”

He turns to Aunty Caelora, his gaze trembling between disbelief and something far more fragile — the look of a heart bracing for betrayal. The Alpha’s voice breaks through the stunned silence. “He called on her—Fated One? What is he saying?” His gaze sharpens, desperate, trembling. “What is your name?” he asks. Aunty Caelora straightens, her breath steady, her tone unshaken. “Tarynna,” she says — certain, bold, as though she’s never been more sure of anything in her life. The Alpha falters. His wolf wavers beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fall. His eyes aren’t angry — they’re hollowed, heavy with dread.

“You can use mine instead. He had been answering you this whole time so he's probably worn out already. Let me do this.” “I’m sure you said it was rude and disgusting to stare at someone's core? You can sit this one out, we wouldn't want you to feel defiled or intruded on your privacy.” Terry said through a grit to Lana who returned his demeanor. “I never said that.” She shot back and stepped towards him, “I'll be perfect for your research," "Remember she's a half breed and I'm full fledged, I'm more useful.” “Hey!” Lana yelled and grabbed his hair from behind, making Terry yelp out and shrink down from their heights disagreeing.

“Details! Muscles? Sweat? Grunting?” “Obscene amounts of all three,” I say. “He does this thing where he finishes a set, wipes sweat off his neck with the hem of his trousers, and you see the whole line of his stomach. The laundry girls have started fighting over who gets to wash his training gear.” Mira fans herself dramatically. “Gods, I’m moving to Ironfang tomorrow.” “You’d last five minutes before Tarian had you arrested for breathing too loud,” I laugh. Serna tops up everyone’s cups. “Speaking of Tarian, is it true he’s still obsessed with that mystery girl from the night before the vote?”

the bartender asked as he spoke to Tanya with a playful tone on his voice, his looks gave off a playful 40 years old man. “Yea, I’m the new staff, I’m Tanvi Elsher” Tanya spoke as she told her name with her voice down, making her voice sound like a man. “Quite an unusual name for a handsome man like you!” The bartender laughs as he smacks Tanya’s back, holding a glass of wine in his other hand. “Hahahahaha” Tanya could only laugh dryly as she felt tingling pain on her back, she rubbed her back with a polite smile on her face.