Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

A figure steps forward—Lucas again, flanked by wolves loyal to him. “You’ve made a grave error, Talon,” Lucas says, voice almost bored. “An error that can only be rectified with blood. With your death and your abomination growing in the womb of that she-vampire, so goes the wretched weakling bloodline of the Takodas.” Talon smirks, a thin stream of blood trickling from his mouth. “The blood of the innocent… you revel in it, Lucas. But the day will come when it turns on you. Mark my words.”

Her eyes fell on the sacred thread around her neck—the nuptial chain. Her fragile fingers took it in hand as she examined it with longing eyes. This was the second time she was married, wasn't it? The irony? She was married to her dead husband's stepbrother. Both of them shared a common aim: destroying her. While she merely desired a normal relationship, bound by this sacred thread, one was dead, and the other was determined to give her a taste of death. She let it drop from her fingers as she got down and walked to the washroom.

“Where do you think you are going? Remember, I have your sister.” “You can keep her. If not for her, you wouldn’t have found me, and I wouldn’t have been involved. Now that I am likely being targeted by Hunter, I plan to go as far away from him as possible. Maybe I will find me a nice beach with a beautiful woman to keep me company for the rest of my existence.” Before I had the chance to act, Talon disappeared with his luggage. “Coward!” I yelled, although I knew it was too late.

At this juncture, Talon elevated the microphone, raising his voice, while his gaze swept across the crowd. "Yes, the rumors you've heard are accurate. I have found my Mate, and she is expecting. In due time, she will bless me with a worthy heir who shall become the next Alpha of the Bloodwheel Moon Pack." Talon's words ignited a commotion as whispers spread, ultimately focusing attention on me, who had just taken a sizable bite of cake. "However, this news is far from heartening for my adversaries, for she is my woman, and as a werewolf, safeguarding my woman is a boundary I will not tolerate being crossed."

’ He smirks. ‘I’ll never pledge my allegiance to you. You have destroyed all these lives! You’re not worthy of being a leader. You’re twisted and evil and deserve to rot in the depths of hell with your demonic dogs. And you will never lay a finger on, Lylah, ever again!’ Talon shouts. ‘That’s a shame, brother, as you leave me no choice but to kill you and take Lylah for myself by force!’ He yells, and the Blood Dwellers attack us.

What are you cooking up inside that mind of yours? ‘Take us to the stables, Talon. I have an omega stable-hand I need to speak to, then you’ll figure it all out. It’s a way to kill not just two, but three birds with one stone. Charity is about to get what she deserves. She’ll think twice before she makes any more demands, or starts any more shit.’ ‘Whatever you say, human?’ Talon howls up at the moon, before sprinting away towards the ranch that’s on the edge of the Silver Crescent Moon Pack.

I can still see his sunken-in cheeks when I bend really close, but he looks better than he has in years. “Thanks, Tally,” Hunter mutters, “but it's more than just her not getting punished. You need to see her in those videos, so… broken. I have to get them wiped completely.” Talon nods, then turns to me. “Could you pass the silverware?” I blink at him. “Do you mean the plate?” “Yes.” “Then say plate. No one fucking calls it silverware.” Talon only cocks his brow at me, as if to say there's no need to argue when he has enough money to buy my destiny ten times over.

he said. "You've gone mad Matthew, Clara is no vampire hunter," I told him. "Oh she definitely is, she might not be aware of it right now, but she is. You remember a certain Austin Shawn, a real trouble maker while he was alive, the vampire hunter that tragically died at my hands. He had no family to continue his lineage or so we thought. However it turns out that our Nicholas was able to locate his only living child and as luck would have it, she just happened to be his missing rib, the one who fulfills the prophecy with our dear Nicholas," he said.

I leaned against the wall, my fingers gripping the towel as I tried to piece together what was going on. Talon’s voice dropped lower, almost too quiet to hear, but the urgency in it was unmistakable. “Yeah. Viktor will give you everything he’s got,” he said. “But you need to move on this guy. Or I’ll kill him myself, and you can chase me to Cuba again.” Another long pause. “Good. Thank you. We’ll talk soon.” It went quiet, and I heard Talon mutter something under his breath before the sound of footsteps echoed toward the garage door. I stepped back quickly, returning to the sink and busying myself with the last of the dishes as Talon reentered the kitchen.

I was the lowest-ranked Omega in the Moen pack. However, my fiancé Silas Moen was the Alpha who stood above us all. I thought the bond the Moon Goddess had made between us could never be shaken. That certainty lasted until his long-lost childhood sweetheart returned. Brynn, the flawless, highborn werewolf with an ancient bloodline. In front of my parents and brothers, before more than a thousand members of our pack, he made his announcement. "I, Silas Moen, as Alpha, reject you. "Brynn and I were promised to each other long ago. She's back now, and you should step aside for her." The instant he finished, something inside my chest ripped apart. I collapsed onto my knees on the altar's frozen