Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

Olivia replied, nodding her head as her response. After making that deal, Xaverio said his goodbyes and returned home, leaving Olivia alone. Olivia found herself unable to sleep again. The conversation between Tiana and Selly from earlier in the day kept replaying in her mind. Her curiosity got the better of her, leading her to grab her phone and open the Ayeleen social media app. Shortly after, Olivia regretted doing so.

Talon already stopped crying and now has a positive ambiance. “I don't have any idea, but I know that the coven is safe and I can feel it.” Talon stood up and accidentally slipped from the debris. “Did you put your bad luck to me, Falla?” “You're just being clumsy at all times, Talon.” Falla crossed her arms while rolling her eyes as they're back from being the two witch kids with “unending arguments.” For the moment Talon stood from the debris, a stone nearby glows in a radiant red color as if it is activated by his touch. A note is slowly revealed as the fire started to carve words from the stone. It is a note made out of magic and they know who made it. “I think we know where the coven is

Heavy boots slammed into the backs of the conspirators' legs, violently forcing the traditionalist warriors to their knees in the freezing mud directly beneath the shadow of Silas’s horrific granite grave. Taylon walked slowly towards the kneeling men. The golden ring of his Alpha beast burned so brightly in his icy blue eyes that it entirely illuminated his bruised face. Maeve descended the stone steps to stand at the edge of the courtyard, her posture perfectly straight, watching the men who had spent their entire lives treating her like dirt completely cower before her mate.

His hand shot out, fumbling blindly until it closed around the bottle of holy water. He didn’t hesitate. With a guttural yell, he threw the water in the direction of the unseen force. The reaction was instant. A piercing scream tore through the room, high-pitched and guttural, like nails scraping against his very soul. The pressure vanished, and he collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling violently. For a moment, there was silence — the kind that rings in your ears after something deafening. He was alone now. Good. Wait.. Raven scrambled off the bed, his knees weak, and stumbled toward the drawer. He grabbed the crucifix, the Buddhist beads, and every protective relic he could find.

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

"Joshua! You're the one who drove a wedge between us! I'm going to kill you!" "Watch out!" Talia screamed and threw herself in front of me. The blade sank cleanly into her abdomen, and blood bloomed across her clothes. "Talia…" Adam froze. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. Talia staggered, gripping his collar, hatred and resolve burning in her eyes. Then, she grabbed the fallen knife and plunged it into him. She kept stabbing him, over and over, until he collapsed, motionless. I didn't move. I couldn't intervene as it all happened in a blur.

There was a roar that shook the earth and the trees and when I turned there was something that would be the thing in every childhood nightmare imaginable. There stood Talon, at least 8 feet tall, covered in hair and muscle and his eyes a steel gray with his mouth full of sharp canines and teeth. His hands had claws the length of human fingers and they actually glinted in the rising red moonlight. I was so turned on. Yeah, I wanted him, like nothing else. My pussy faucet broke. I licked my lips and ran my hand down my breasts gripping them, trying to keep myself together. I could hear the sounds of the surrounding warriors climaxing and then standing to see how this exchange would end. I coul

"He told Corvin as much, near the end, when the sickness had already taken most of his strength but none of his cruelty. He said tying us to a Dusk moor bride would either make us or ruin us, and he genuinely believed it would be the latter. He said it like a curse, Aurelia, not a blessing, right before he closed his eyes for the last time." "That's a horrible thing to leave your children with." "It was," Talon agreed. "And I have spent every day since then trying to prove him wrong. I told myself that whoever the Dusk moor bride turned out to be, I would find some way to make sure his last words about us weren't the truth of what we became." His gaze held mine, steady and unflinching, close

“Talon, please leave. Don’t make a fuss. It’s a Saturday. My wife and I need to rest. Thanks for accommodating her when she needed your help. She’s back with me now. So please leave.” “I’m here for her,” Talon says, trying to match Mihir’s energy. He would never match Mihir’s energy. Mihir would snap Talon’s neck with one of his fingers. I try to stay hidden but I’m too late. The staircase cracks beneath my feet. Talon sees me and hurries to hold my hand. Mihir refuses to look at the both of us. But I know him. He’s watching through the side of his eye.