A Trilogy Novels & Stories

We shall see. Hello everyone, and thank you all so so much for reading book 1 of the Tribe series! When I first started writing it, I didn't expect it to become a series, and so I'm going to be doing something different and maybe a little unorthodox. After much thought, I thought it was only fair and right to carry on with Wyatt and Cora's/Corinna's pov of the story, even though it's the last of 8 (yes, 8) books in the timeline/series. They start and end the series, hehe. Basically, just because the other couples decided to get really loud and demanding along the way, they have to wait their turn, haha. Anywho, with all that said, plus teaser, I'm so excited to start this next part, and let'

Ava’s POV The Wayland triplet shared a look between themselves and I figured they were thinking about their next move. Their backs were against the wall and they only had a few options that wouldn’t lead to their destruction and even in their pride and arrogance, they weren’t stupid and I knew that above all, they were going to choose to protect their necks first. “I don’t have all day, Wayland.” Lukan sighed. “You’re going to have to make a decision right away so we can proceed to the next phase. I’m sure you want this to end as quickly as I want it to.”

“It’s okay Katerina, it’s me Allison. I am so sorry I got you into this mess. I thought he’d let you go once he had me. I underestimated him. He found out what you are.” “What I am? What are you talking about? Everyone knows I am the tribrid. It’s the worst kept secret out there.” “You don’t know.” “Just tell me already.” “You are the one that was prophesied. It has been told for centuries that a wolf would either bring peace among the wolves and lycans or destruction. The tell is her wolf would be that of a chameleon. She would be able to blend in with her surroundings and pass this gift onto her children. No one knew it would be a tribrid since that was not mentioned nor had a tribrid exis

Count what was actually different. Ashworth wasn’t guessing anymore. That was the largest fact, and she made herself hold it plainly instead of flinching past it. A week ago she could still tell herself the pressure on Marrow’s allies was pressure — ugly, but scattered, the kind of thing that might ease if it stopped working. The cart had ended that story. Three camps, the same week, the same shape of threat dressed differently enough to pass as coincidence to anyone not looking for the pattern. She had been looking. So had Marrow. Neither of them could call it anything but what it was now: a campaign, run by someone who understood exactly which alliances would hurt the most to lose.

Each encounter revealed a piece of the puzzle, but the full picture remained tantalizingly out of reach. As they delved deeper into their quest, they realized that the artifact they sought held immense power—power that could either bring harmony or unleash chaos upon the supernatural world. The fate of their kind and the delicate balance they had worked so hard to maintain hung in the balance. The journey tested their bond as a triad, as they faced unforeseen challenges that strained their relationships. Doubts and insecurities surfaced, threatening to undermine the trust they had built over the years. However, they remained steadfast in their love and commitment to one another, knowing that

Together, they would safeguard their pack. Jasper's shoulders squared, his eyes locking onto Athena's. "I know I can count on you. On both of you." His voice carried a deep gratitude. The Alpha's den, once filled with worry, now radiated determination. Athena, Jasper, and Tristan formed an unbreakable triangle, united in their quest to protect their pack. In the silence, Athena's thoughts merged with Tristan's. Their love and loyalty would forge an impenetrable shield around their pack, defending against all threats.

“I don’t want them to win, but I do understand what they want. And I feel that longing in myself.” Her gaze turns inward, and I know that she is no longer seeing us in front of her. “Before Endymion died and Pan faded from the human world, trios were everywhere. We not only inspired mated trios, but those made by choice as well. It was a time of great prosperity and love. That was the reason that we created the trios in the first place. There were so many wolves and humans that were like us. Too much love for just two. Their souls were fractured, their hearts and minds needing the balance of a third.”

But Rhett’s pack had fought, bled, and won when the rest of us would’ve fallen. I’d seen Mira in battle, her strength unyielding as she stood against nightmares we couldn’t name. I’d seen Jace step between death and survival, his Beta instincts steady even under chaos. And Rhett… he’d done what no other Alpha had managed: he united his people when the rest of us fractured. If a triad made them stronger, why was the Council so desperate to destroy it? I said nothing, forcing my face into a neutral mask as the Elders argued about strategy, sanctions, and ways to divide the three before the bond cemented.

"So I lose everything? My relationship, my normal life, my daughter's future?" "You're not losing your daughter," Elder Katrina said. "You're gaining understanding of who she truly is. What she's meant to be." Thomas stood up and walked to the edge of the clearing. He stood there for a long moment, staring into the darkness. "What about Jason?" he asked without turning around. "This Triad Bond. How does that work?" Elder Katrina stood. "The Triad Bond is ancient. Rare. It's designed specifically to unite feuding packs."

She told him, and he relaxed a little. Horatio looked at Scarlet. She winked at him, casting a spell to calm them down. "Them," Thomas hissed. Pointing at Crystal, Ruko, and Erick. "The last time I checked, they are that bastard's kids, and her. She betrayed her people." Thomas was still pointing at them. "And why are we still alive? I mean. I died so many times out there." Andrea directed her question at Scarlet. Ruko held up his hands. "I'm on your side. We killed our sister, after all. Besides, blame Scarlet if you must. She was the one who kept you all in the dark."