Voices On Tangled Novels & Stories

Dalton’s voice echoed out as an ogre managed to get past the vampires and the phoenix witches and headed straight to where Tiana was standing. Zane immediately moved to block the ogre’s attack, but he was completely overpowered. Despite that, he swung at the ogre as fast as he could until his sword that was laced with magic went slashing across its tummy in a wide curve. But it was not enough, Zane’s next swing was blocked by the ogre’s strong and steel-like limbs and was then thrown hard onto the ground.

" His voice rose, enthusiasm infectious. "So let us run, wild and free, under the moon's watchful eye! Let us honor our heritage, our pack, and the unbreakable bonds that tie us together!" As Denzel's words faded away, the pack's response was instantaneous. A chorus of howls erupted, rising into the night air like a haunting melody. The sound swelled, echoing through the forest, as the pack's voices blended in perfect harmony. Claudine joined in, her howl intertwining with Denzel's, while Ember and Ash squealed with delight, their tiny voices attempting to mimic the pack's primal call.

A slight smile formed on my face as I mind linked her, “Ignite!” Tana's wolf instantly calmed as my order filled her mind. Her wolf burst into brilliant bright orange flames, instantly causing Finn to release her. He flew backwards, dropped to the arena floor, and then frantically rolled around in the sand, trying to put out the flames. I heard the other hybrids gasp as they watched Tana's wolf extinguish her flames and then pounce onto Finn. She pinned him to the ground and then gently placed her canines around his neck. Finn reluctantly tapped the ground, admitting defeat.

Then he lines himself at my entrance and slides in. I have to admit, I enjoyed being taken by my mate and seeing my mark on his neck just as much as Emerson enjoyed watching mine. After we showered, he kissed me again before opening the door to several sprites. “Lady Luna Quinn!” Tallula says. “Lady Luna Quinn!” Dandelion says. “We’re here to do your hair,” Honeysuckle says. “We’ve spoken to the other sprites.” “And we’re all in agreement.” “We’re going to do your hair just like your sister’s.”

I was a very lucky girl and I was glad to have him. "good me and Emily watched Tangled for the millionth time and pranked mom with fake snakes",he said chuckling. I laughed cause I imagined his mom's face at that. Ryan is a good big brother and an awesome boyfriend. He always takes up for me and glares if other guys even look at me. He is beyond possessive which I really don't mind.

A loud scream tumbling out my lips, as I watched the vase sat on a table at a corner of the room, come crashing to the ground. "The next one will be at her head. I'm not here to play games, Jane" Voice called in a low voice, eyes meeting mine. "Now, fetch me a rope" His eyes darkened, arms tightening the little space left around Tara's throat, while she wriggled in his grip. "W-what do you need a rope for?" "Fetch me a rope, dammit!" I shuddered at the yell of his voice, the tears dropping to my cheeks while I tried to find use of my legs, soon hurrying away, but the call of his voice halted in my tracks.

The final scene showed the three of them reunited, a snowy landscape stretching out behind them. Then came the twist, so subtle that only an adult could catch it: a soft voiceover from Elara, whispering to her brother that everything would be okay now, as if trying to convince him. Snow began to fall again, covering the children. The screen lingered on them in the cold for a minute, waiting for the audience to realize the truth – Elara and Finn had never left the spot their mother had abandoned them in, and their whole adventure had been a story Elara told her brother as they slowly froze in the cold.

He grabs my chin, “If you want to know, say his name, little dove.” I lightly bite my bottom lip. Taran’s deep voice almost has a rumble to it and, partnered with his subtle Scottish accent, ignites something inside me. My whole body yearns for him to touch me. There is a look in Taran’s eyes, like a dare. He wants me to defy him. There is no confidence in my voice; it barely comes out as a whisper, “Bryan.”

Tala puts down her son who runs over toward Rhett, then joins the girls in a hug. Pulling me forward Morgan joins them, slinging her free arm around Tawny. Dizziness grips me as I stand with the females in a circle, and they talk as old friends do. “Leneve?” The redheaded beauty, Tala, catches my attention. “Are you okay?” I try to respond but the wave of wooziness grips a hold of me tighter and I gasp for breath. Tala’s hand reaches out for my free one and when she touches me…

Murmurs exploded like wildfire. Mr. Johnson, Tania’s defense attorney, lunged from his seat. His face twisted in disbelief and desperation. He reached for her arm and gripped it tightly, shaking it once. "Ms. Costa, what are you doing?" he hissed through clenched teeth. His voice was low, urgent, almost pleading. "You're ruining everything… Shut up!" But Tania had spiraled beyond reason. She thrashed in his grip, yanking violently at her own hair, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she made a wild attempt to charge at the figure who had just entered.