Travis Taylor Book Novels & Stories

I managed to mumble out a thank you, blowing my nose as he drove. I thought about what Taylor had told me about her last girlfriend. How instead of coming out, she'd broken up with her and moved back with her parents. Taylor had been devastated. In her heart, Taylor was a trusting soul, who saw so much beauty in this miserable world. But she'd been failed. Failed by her family, her past loves, and now by me.

They looked confused and terrified as the two black SUVs drifted onto the main square, stopping right in front of the village elder’s house. Travis stepped out. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, stained with the blood of the guards he had killed at the border. He looked like a man who had nothing left to lose. A young BloodMoon warrior, barely twenty years old, tried to stand in his way, pointing a shaking spear at Travis’s chest. "Stop! You’re trespassing on Alpha Raul’s land!" the boy shouted. Travis didn't even slow his pace. He swiped the spear aside with one hand and grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt. He leaned in, his scent so

Taylor ran into the cocoon prison where his sister was trapped and asked, “What the hell have they done you?” “Good to see you too, doofus,” Elisa responded. “Looks like you found your trident.” “Yeah. Speaking of which, don’t move,” Taylor instructed. “Like I have a choice, genius,” Eliza sassed him as he summoned his trident. Taylor charged up Barracuda and sparks of tremendous lightning gathered around it. After three slashes to the cocoon, Taylor freed his sister and caught her as she fell.