Widowmaker Talon Novels & Stories

It was the day of the hunt. Xavier stood by the courtyard fountain, rifle in his hands. She was late. The hunt wasn’t just sport, it was a Lorenzo tradition. A test of composure, instinct, and presence to welcome a new member. And she was late. Tilly, his maternal cousin, leaned against the edge of the fountain, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to meet her in person,” she teased, spinning her rifle once. “Xavier’s very own fiancée.

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.

Actually, they should narrowed the timing because he wouldn’t waste a lot of time to make the move since he wanted to receive the commission faster as well. “Click on the next folder.” She ordered. He nodded and did so. Victoria’s eyes widened when she saw the profile of this individual. It was a woman. But it wasn’t just any woman. It was a woman named Catherine Dawn. “It seems like she is the person who sent the assassin my way. But who is she and why would she do that?” She asked herself.

“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.