Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

Samantha's POV The elevator doors opened and we both stepped out, my bag which held everything I owned in my hand as we began moving down the hall. After my long conversation with Ms Tammy yesterday my trust in Ice as a person had grown enough for me to finally call up Taj and let him bring me to the apartment I was told I had waiting for me.

A Talon was sharp, well curved and could tear through things quite easily. This man here, looked like a ball of rolled up tofu, not a piercing Talon. The contrast was darn near too much. "Are you done?" She asked once more when it seemed as though Talon's rumbling had died down. He wiped tears from his eyes and smirked at her, as Maya returned his smirk. "I have information for Scar that would make you a filthy rich man, if you connect me with him."

"I didn't wait to hear the rest. I turned and walked away. My heart was already dead. There wasn't even any pain left. I led my pup out through the back door. The hinges creaked softly, but no one heard. Behind us, the cheers grew louder, and brilliant fireworks burst across the sky. The ceremony was complete. I could imagine Regulus' expression in that moment. He'd abandoned his wife and pup, even faked his own death, and finally gotten everything he wanted. I kept walking, holding the pup as we left the estate behind. From this moment on, we would never see him again.

broken, trembling, destroyed and her voice when she whispered: “I want him to see exactly what he lost. I want him to feel the regret burn him alive…I want Betsy to choke on it every time she looks at me.” She had never sounded so sure of anything in her life. So I sat there, elbows on my knees, fingers buried in my hair, weighing the madness of it all. Was I really about to fund my rival’s wedding? For her? The answer, disgustingly, shamefully, painfully… was yes. Because it wasn’t a wedding anymore. It was a weapon. One Alira planned to use with surgical precision. And I would give her whatever blade she needed. I sighed, pushed myself off the couch, and picked up my phone.

Marcus pointed to a small note that was tight to one of the bags with a piece of wire. “Where is the note?” Tala commanded “Here Luna” Marcus handed Tala a blood-stained piece of paper. “Tala, give it to me.” Conri asked, reaching out and trying to take it from her. “No, I will read it.” Tala pulled her hand that was holding the note, back so that Conri could not take it from her. Tala opened it with shaking hands. ‘Tala, if you do not come home, the next body will be your mother’s’

The smoking barrel of the gun was pressed right between her eyes. "With those severe injuries and no hands, how could Talia possibly live? You have to pay with your life!" The sound of the gun cocking caused Veronica to wet herself in fear. Through her sobs, she wailed, "No! Talia is fine! With that bastard in her womb, her lover will have definitely saved her!" Callum paused, but the murderous look he was shooting at Veronica didn't ease up. "You'd better pray that Talia is fine. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

I fisted my hands together, rage building up within me as I waited for his explanation. “You do not have a wolf so that makes you a human. As an Alpha, I cannot mate with a human. I need a Luna who would be my strength and not my weakness. So I, Alpha Alessandro Adler, of the Silver moon pack, reject Levana McKenna as my mate.” I felt hot all over. For a second I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone was choking me up…and at that moment I knew I lost. Before I could even ponder on what happened, a hot slap shot across my face and it was from a lady, I had seen her with the Alpha twice but I don't know who she is.

Just about hours when my mother died, my auntie, who is Polo’s husband, and Rendall’s mother died too. Her body was found near the lake and the lower body was also shattered into pieces. I saw Polo grieve and then go back to hunt the one who killed her wife and he also promised to kill the werewolf that killed my mother. The hunt failed and the werewolves they killed have no idea about what happened. After a week of grieving, I tried to be useful in the house by bringing woods for the fireplace. Polo and Finn are on the beer stalls and Rendall, who has the same age as mine is still sleeping. While gathering the dried branches, I heard a small rustle.

Still seeing Talon felt like hope. Edgar, my soon to be husband noticed them too. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Talon stepped forward. “Let us not waste time. I am here for her.” Edgar eyes widened. “What do you mean you are here for my wife-to-be?” Talon voice was calm but strong. “She is technically not supposed to be here.” Edgar laughed angrily. “I bought her for the full price.” Talon brought out a heavy sack. “I will pay you back triple the price.”

he said with a nod of his head. I didn’t reply. What could I say? I’d just watched him kill a woman. Vampires had violent natures. It had been drilled into me since I was a child. Talon ruled a feudal system that only recognized the strongest among them. Wolves were no different. I no longer needed to bite my tongue. Talon’s display had scared me enough to forget his sexual allure. The flame in his eyes banked and slowly returned to midnight black. I glanced to the end of the table and wished I were sitting with Sable and not Talon.