Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

“Let’s just say it’s how my body is.” “No,” Talon said, sharply this time. “No matter how much you try to brush it off like it’s nothing, I won’t let whoever did this to you get away with it.” His voice hardened. “Someone tried to kill me at the Howling Festival. They didn’t know I’d sent Kaed in my place. I was supposed to be dead. But instead, they hurt my brother. And that’s worse. If they had hurt me, I could take it. But hurting him…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “They really don’t know what they’ve done. They don’t know what they’ve awakened in me. I will make them pay.” My heart sank, his words crashing into me like waves. They echoed louder than any sound in that moment. My chest t

Ondina Larkspur got down on one knee to propose to her mate, Alpha Ezra cross, and he laughed, called her a fat pig into a live microphone, and chose her own pregnant sister, Ivy instead. Broken, she does the one thing left to build a family on her own terms: artificial insemination. But the hospital hands her the wrong vial, containing Talon Sterling’s sperm, an Alpha who’s been hunting his fated mate for ten years. Once her doctor runs her bloodwork, Ondina learns she’s not the woman nobody wanted. She’s the last heir to a bloodline a rival kingdom already went to war to erase once. She has two options now, keep this secret to protect herself and unborn child or, fight everyone th

He was notorious for having many female friends, but not that many lovers. Quinn had once told Ariana that Talon didn't like the idea of being tied down. He did have two lovers in his entire lifetime but both of their identities were unknown, even Quinn didn't know who they were. Unlike his frigid and indifferent older brother, Talon had a very nice and easy going personality. But despite his happy-go-lucky attitude, he carried the ruthless Navarro trait and he was not a man people should trifle with.

it was a female journalist, gesturing towards a huge photo of Orion, then that of Damon and Elysia in another circle. “Words have it that one of the reasons he disappeared was because of Mr. Garrison and Miss Alderidge seems to be in a relationship, and those who brought this up have proven to back it up with a string evident, which is the diamond ring that is worn by Elysia, one that costs one million, three hundred dollars.” “Are you going to let this keep trending?” Jordan asked, switching his gaze from the television to Orion whose eyes were still fixed on it. “Orion, you should know by—”

I asked him. He turned to look at me with a small smile on his face and then nodded. "You are right but before Avalyn became Talon's only legal mate, Willow was the ruling Luna... And now we suspect that she is the Widow."

"It is no other person than my beloved wife to be who I was supposed to be married to right now. The same woman who is supposed to grace my bed with her legs spread wide for me." To my dismay, there was no mistaking the identity of the figure before me—it was indeed Lexi, his presence oozing with disdain and a deluge of nonsensical words. His tongue unleashed a torrent of disgust and vitriol, aimed squarely at me. The venomous onslaught ignited a fire within Talon, his instincts urging him to retaliate against such affront. However, his noble intentions were swiftly quelled by the relentless grip of Lexi's soldiers, restraining him from lashing out.

The camera hid somewhere beneath all of it. She examined Damon’s crude patchwork map and the marking across it, three X marks surrounding what Damon had believed to be the general location of what he had called the Mourner’s Cradle. Even if her husband had drawn the map with a precise hand and a sharp mind, it struck her like something out of a child’s pretend treasure hunting adventure. She didn’t know what substantiated Damon’s fixation, but she knew Damon. Now that he was gone, his void was hers. For the moment, going over the patchwork map gave her something to do, a reason to move her hands, which she considered a good thing in this cold.

Going pale, Nora burst into tears, shrieking that he was a deranged lunatic. Guests jeered. "As if Nora could ever be involved with someone like you. Prove it!" "Yeah, do you have evidence?" Nora’s face drained completely. The vagrant, Caleb Turner’s voice cut through the ballroom, "Strip off her dress. There’s a round red birthmark on her upper left thigh." Michael’s face flushed purple with fury. "Get this raving lunatic out of here!" I smirked. This bum might very well be the child’s real father. After all, Michael couldn’t father children.

he bawled and smiled. “Do it, son. Do it!” Mr wick growled with a shattered heart. No other option but to watch himself die at the hands of son. “Do it!” He screamed again and Calogero pulled the trigger in terror. The bullet blasted the left side of his chest, surely blew his heart. Wick died instantly with eyes flaring open and blood pouring out from the sides of his mouth. He died without knowing the reason. Calogero broke down but was yanked up forcefully. Even though he didn’t enjoy it, he had to kill each and everyone in his family with the same gun. He started with His dad, to his mom, to his little sister and lastly his twin brother.

He ushers me into another van where two men sandwich me as he takes the driver's seat. His stern voice slices through the silence in the vehicle, "The location has been compromised." His jaw clenches as he nods, "Copy that." He then starts the engine, pulling out of the driveway once the other van is ahead of us. His eyes search mine in the rearview mirror, "Now, Princessa, what motive would anyone have to kill you?" "I have no idea."