Tord X Tom Novels & Stories

That's why they've a couple of enemies. Meanwhile, he decided to send two of his guards Jerry and Tom, to go and spy on the people of Twilight pack, and get more information about them so as to equally know when to strike and attack them as well. And now, one of his strongest guards, Tom, had been killed in a brutal attack.

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.

Rohos Lycan opens her mouth and a haze envelopes both her and Elder Tom, we all watch as her face shifts, displaying so much emotions, fear, confusion, bewilderment and shock. “You, you, you! You’re a murderer! You’ve lived, feeding off of other peoples life force, what are you?! I need to get my mother away from you!” Elder Tom looks up with bloodshot eyes “NO! YOU CAN NOT TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME JUDY IS MINE!” he shifts and launches at his daughter but Roho caught him effortlessly by the throat. “You will bring no more harm to anyone else Tomas Xani, you take him to a prison that has stainless steel until I decide what I shall do with him” Harry moves taking Tom who is now unconscious and ca

I continue to ignore him as im stuffing whatever I can get my hands on, “I cant be here Marcus. Everything and everywhere reminds me of him. My shops, the fields, my office, The Great Oak. He is everywhere. I wont survive this again” I can see tears falling from Marcus’s eyes as he continues to plead with me not to destroy my life. Im not though, its already in shatters. Every time he decides to walk away, I stay and pick up the pieces again whilst waiting for him to come back. He always does, and I always take him back, then he leaves again. I have no self-control, so this time im going where he cant come and find me. Im leaving Oenardil and joining Rircaex.

Close enough that he could see his reflection in my eyes—and realize there was no mercy waiting there. “You told me someone contacted you,” I said. “Told you to watch Baron. To follow him. To report.” Tom’s breathing quickened. “Yes,” he whispered. “Who.” “I—I don’t know his real name.” That earned him a quiet smile. “That wasn’t the question.” Tom licked his lips. “He didn’t approach me directly at first. He used intermediaries. Dead drops. Burner phones. Always careful.” “Still not an answer,” I said, tilting my head. “Try again.”

Tom was leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed over his chest, and a cold look across his face. “Lyra,” Greg said. “Her name is Lyra. And Tom how long have you been there?” He arched an eyebrow upwards for emphasis. ”You haven’t answered me.” “What Lyra and I choose to do is my business. None of yours.” Tom pushed off the doorframe and entered the room. He moved with the deliberate slowness of a predator confident that it had cornered its prey. He took a step closer to Greg, never breaking eye contact with the king. “None of my business?” Tom said the words as if they were poison on his tongue. “Guess what, bruv? I’m beta. Second-in-command. It’s my job to know what goes down in this pac

"On the night I inserted that needle, an Astorian shadowstalker tried to kill me at my home. What do you know about that?" Tom raised his right hand with an earnest expression. "I swear to God I had nothing to do with it." Felix smirked. He had ways to make Tom talk, but why would he bother when the situation would do it for him? "If that's all, you can leave." What? Tom gritted his teeth, seemingly reaching a decision. "Wait! I'll tell you everything! Just please make it stop! The shadowstalker was sent by Yadier Steele to kill you. I only found out afterward, I swear."

He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty. “Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi. “Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her. Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!” “Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.” “I love your movies Miss..Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

The other enforcers turned to watch me at the sound of my voice, a look of trepidation on their faces, while my pack members were excitedly watching the show. There was a long pause, then he answered, “Yes, Alpha. I am Tom.” “May I have a word, Tom?” I asked, looking him right in the eyes. The look in my eyes must have told him it was an order, not a request, as he swallowed and came forward, dragging his feet as much as he could to delay the inevitable. He was about 5 ft 8 with long curly blonde hair which fell just before his shoulders and rare gray eyes.

Twist it before he hits me in my chest. He tries to hit me again, but I block it off. “Come On guys! I said Spar, not tango!” Rodri yells. Tom pushes me again as he comes in, throwing punch after punch, kicking as he tries to hit me. I landed a few blows to my ribs before I did forewing, kicking him in his ribs. I can taste blood in my mouth, but I know it will quickly heal from all this. I charge at Tom, putting everything I have into it because honestly, I would love to just end here.