Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes, mesmerized as Talen worked out the knots and tension in his muscles. “We need to find the name of the werewolf involved in the shooting,” Talen said quietly. “So that I can kill him or her.” “What?” Heath’s eyes snapped open and his jerked up. “Talen… You can’t… That would make you a pack target.” “No,” Talen replied with calm confidence. “The pack is now a Concordian target. I was very clear with August just recently when I warned him that Morgana Ivy was my mate and under my protection. In shooting her, they have breached the contract with the Concordia. That breach will be rectified when I take my revenge.”

’ I try to tell him. “Um, I am already in here. Lets go Miss Talia, I am starving!” My Gamma says to her. She smiles at him and says, “Good Miss Kim would be dilated to hear that.” She backs away from the door and starts to walk. ‘What is the matter with you Alpha? Why did you not respond to her question?’ Zane asks me through mind link. ‘What do you mean?’ He response with, ‘She asked if you were going to reject her and you just stared at her.’ After a few minutes of my silence, he asks me, ‘Well, are you? We really do need a Luna, and she is strong and fit.’ I look at him before I look at her butt. Damn! That’s a truck back there. I lick my lips. ‘No. Her pup and her are mine. No one will

The vampires might suspect Alicia had elven blood but she also smelt like a werewolf which made their belief’s dwindle, making it seem more impossible. “Stick to focusing on our people,” Lamia said before turning away. “I am,” Talon smirked, as watched his aunt walk away. She didn’t comment to his response, wondering what he might be scheming. Was this such a good idea to team up with Talon?

I watched as Lucas continued talking and I understood why he's so drawn to her, true Tala looked like Elena ( Lucas ex mate) who died while giving birth to Lucas child. “ True Tala might look like Elena, but she isn't your mate, she's mine and stay away from her Lucas.” My breathing was getting hotter and faster. “ You claim she's your mate, but did you tell the poor girl about what you had with Lyra?” “ What about Lyra?” A familiar voice replied from the door of the hut, all eyes turned towards the direction of the voice and there stood Tala.

"You're nothing more than a pawn to me and pawns like you, when they're no longer useful, they're discarded." Her gaze was now cruel, cold and didn't seem to see Jolina as a human being. Jolina paled again. Her mouth trembled. Her breathing became more irregular. "There's no need to rush to death, Jolina," Sophia whispered in a soft tone. "I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life... if you're still alive tomorrow morning." The next sting came much later. The masked man pressed a small stun device against the side of Jolina's neck. Her body jerked violently again, almost lifting off the chair. Her scream was longer this time, louder, making the room echo with the sound of ago

Blythe. She shook her head once, faintly. He ignored it. “If you are connected to the original 1907 bloodline, you may have standing under the old Widow’s Fund protections.” Violet’s mouth went dry. “Standing.” “To petition. To inherit certain trustee rights. To reopen sealed claims.” “Because of blood.” “Because of a child they tried to erase.” Violet looked down at the letter. Find the woman who carries the wrong name. Wrong name. Harlow.

I kept walking, despite the growing thirst in my throat and the ache spreading through my body. Finally, just as my legs threatened to give out, I spotted a familiar sight—a large shopping mall. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave. The sun was setting, and I could feel the darkness creeping closer. I needed to move quickly. Once inside the mall, I found the jewelry section without much trouble. I slid off the round cut, diamond-studded ring Troy had given me when he lied about being my husband at the hospital. It was the only reason I had been able to walk away from him without worrying about my survival. Good thing he didn't ask for his ring back.

Twister retreated again, and Harin, for a fleeting moment, allowed himself a sliver of hope. But the respite was short-lived. Twister returned, carrying a small, whirring device, a finger-sized saw plugged into an outlet. The sound, a high-pitched whine, sent a wave of fresh terror through Harin. He tried to rise, to flee, but two men, silent and implacable, held him fast. He watched, his eyes wide with horror, as Twister, with a chilling precision, severed his pinky fingers, the saw slicing through bone and flesh.

Elena tensed instantly, her grip tightening on the gun. “Relax,” he said softly, pulling out a small, damaged device. A phone. Cracked. Bloodstained. Her breath caught. “That’s—” “Your husband’s,” Adrian confirmed. The world tilted again. “How did you get that?” “I took it from the scene before anyone else could.” Of course he did. Because Adrian Hale was always one step ahead. --- He powered it on. The screen flickered weakly. “Most of the data is corrupted,” he said. “But not all of it.”