Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

He said it again, staring directly at me, as if daring me to challenge him: "I will make Lara my Luna." I didn't like Max, but I had heard he was a better man than Jerry. I had rejected an angel only to be faced with the devil himself. "No, sir, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I am your brother's widow." I looked at my sister, tears dropping from her eyes. I wanted to tell her I had no part in this, but I knew she would stab me to death if I spoke.

I freeze instantly. This isn’t good. Talon’s bulking frame narrows onto the petrified Luna, perceiving she’s a nomad like the enemies he’s been slaying…for standing in defense against them to protect the enemy who took his beloved captive, attacked his pack in his absence and snatched the life of one he held dear. “Da-

Talon stood at his impressive height and looked down at me like I was an annoyance. "Can't say it's a pleasure, your debacle with your talons made me miss my target. I don't miss," he said firmly with a hiss through his constantly visible fangs. Talon's son who looked identical to him was watching our exchange and seemed entertained. "My son Kozani. He wasn't with me or I would have definitely gotten my target," Talon said firmly and his son nodded, taking my offered hand and shaking it. Frankly both of them gave me the heebeegeebees. Mystrel entered with our grandchild in his arms and I noticed Talon sniffing the air. His eyes widened instantly when Willow turned and flashed her bright gree

A normal vampire bite is like a scratch for a werewolf especially an Alpha, I’d been drinking Maverick’s blood on several occasions and there was never a problem but I knew that Talon had some Werewolf poison, possibly Wolfsbane laced over his fangs so it was no wonder it would cause a lot of damage to him. Despite what Talon had just done, I watched in surprise as Maverick stood up and took his stance again. His fist was turning an ugly shade of purple, and it shook slightly. His blood had to be clotting there. I was surprised to see him not making a big deal out of it when I knew he must be in a lot of pain. That was Talon’s game. To use wolfsbane to distract Maverick enough to make him we

Talon ran as fast as he could, in the direction of her training quarters, sniffing the air to confirm one more time that he wasn’t around before diving in. He instantly headed to the bathroom, bathed, and wore the change of clothes he had hidden somewhere in the ground of the bath. He had just stepped out when he saw a pair of women’s undies, something he didn’t pay attention to since he felt that Lozia was a man and was bound to bring women into his room. Not paying any more unnecessary attention to his environment, Talon quickly took the clothes he had worn to kill the maid and burnt them. If Kal found out there would be hell to pay…that was something Talon needed to make sure never happen

“Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.” “Ciara,” she gestured to the woman seated next to Harper. “Her husband drowned in the swimming pool in their home, although he’s a good swimmer.” “And last but not the least, Evelyn. Her husband disappeared. They never found his body. Just his wedding ring… in their garden.” None of them smiled. “Let me be clear,” Celeste said, turning back to her. “By accepting my invitation, you’ve accepted the rules of the Widow’s Club. There’s no application or initiation. Your grief is your entry.”

“No more secrets. I will face my legacy but I will not do it blind.” Tension simmered. Reeve looked away. Saria stared at the floor. Talon watched Elizabeth too closely. Then Morwen stepped forward. “There is something… you must know.” Gasps followed her revelation: someone had tampered with the seal’s chamber days before the Revenants attacked. A name etched in the fading shadow was found: Talon. “No,” he said sharply. “I’ve only ever protected her!” But Reeve stepped forward, eyes dark. “I found this in his quarters.” He dropped a blade coated in ash root poison the same used by Revenants.

A small plate name that screamed her name, “Luna Cassandra Creed of the Moon Eclipse Pack. Year 1975-2000.” Oh… she was just twenty-five years when she passed away. That is so sad. My eyes watered as I imagine just how much pain she must have felt that made her poisoned herself. I had asked that I stay behind in the car but they insisted that I tag along and now, I can't help but be emotional. “Mother,” Talon called quietly, but the sadness in his voice was unmistakable. “How have you been? So how is the afterlife treating you? I finally came along with father and I know you must be excited seeing us together, aren't you?”

The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body. The pain of the contractions suddenly vanished, replaced by a strange, creeping numbness. My limbs grew as heavy as lead. I could barely lift a finger. "Good," Darren nodded, satisfied. "She’s more cooperative now." The click of high heels echoed from the hall. Silvana walked in, a twisted look of triumph on her face. "You should have taught her this lesson a long time ago, brother," she said, nudging my limp hand with the toe of her shoe. "A whore like her brings nothing but shame to the Falcone name."

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.