Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

I asked, panic written all over my face. My heart sank, and disbelief washed over me; it felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. “ These are the triplets of the Blood Trinity Kingdom. The one with golden hair is the second son. The other one is the last,” I overheard Alpha Kingston say. I clenched tightly at my foster uncle's hands, unknowingly. These were two of the infamous bloodthirsty triplets known for their brutality. They always destroy every kingdom together with the brutal Alpha Prince, the eldest of them all.

Gabriella said and looked at Jackie. Jackie didn’t look up. She kept washing the glass. She had to have heard Gabriella. Jackie was right next to Trina. “Did you catch their names?” Trina asked. “Mandy, Candy, and Bambi. They’re the Bolton triplets,” Gabriella said in a high-pitched voice. Trina snickered. “They didn’t say it like that, did they?” “The triplet part, they did. In unison,” Gabriella answered.

Louisa opened her mouth but was interrupted by the scrambling sound of tiny footsteps coming from the dining hall, followed by the former and current Lunas. “Funcle! Funcle! Funcle!” the toddlers cheered in unison while excitedly bouncing up and down in front of Sebastian. They are Ale, Cindy, and Ginger Black, the two-year-old triplets of Aleck and Lorena Black. They were conceived months after Sebastian left the pack. The former Alpha thought it was a good sign for the pack to finally have an heir. They love the triplets dearly, but since they are all girls, they hope Lori will give them an alpha heir one day.

The Voss brothers had not been silent in my presence in three years. I stayed where I was. My whole body was ringing, shaking. I knew what this was. Everyone at WhiteWood knew the legend. Everyone in every pack knew it. The triple bond was the rarest thing in recorded pack history and it hit all four wolves at the same time and the only person who could end it was the omega it chose. Now I am that omega. Thirty weeks refusal window. Their cooperation with me was the only way they survived the bond's pressure. I had the upper hand.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

CHAPTER TWO: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS NOLAN’S POV~ We the werewolves of the silent howl pack, far from Greenville town, were to throw a royal soiree for just royalties from the north. Our father; King Edwards, my mother, I, my brothers, and relatives were all seated at the royal dining table, about to eat dinner when my father decided to make an announcement. There was a lot of distinct chattering because the room was filled with werewolves of high prestige.

I query, as I hear more laughter. I see a group who I know to be called “The Black triplets” coming into the room. They smell far too good. Vampires favor multiples, they’re all too alluring. My wolf Dante shakes himself, sensing his own kind and insists I befriend them at once. We’d been around Godfrey and his mate exclusively this week and I have to admit, I’m ready to scream. “We’ll teach you all you need to know about sports, no worries,” one of them says. I think he is Hunter but I’ve met hundreds of people since I woke. They’re all starting to blur together.

"Surrender her, and your pack lives!" My stomach twisted into knots. Alpha Kieran. It had to be. The Blackthorne triplets emerged from the fortress entrance below me, and I gasped. They moved in perfect synchronization, three predators united by blood and purpose. Damon led in the center, his black fur gleaming like oil. Dominic flanked his right, slightly smaller but faster. Darius took the left, the largest and most brutal-looking of the three. "You dare attack Blackthorne territory?" Damon's Alpha command rippled through the air, so powerful that even I, locked away in my tower, felt the urge to submit. "You dare demand what is OURS?"

I heard a husky voice behind me. My cheeks were red and tears were falling one after another. I quickly turned around and looked at the huge chest of one of the triplets. Frowning, I took a step back and looked up. Bennet, James and Alan were standing there, their huge muscular bodies side by side. Three pairs of emerald green eyes looked up at me with a perverted grin on their slim, perfect faces. All three tended to wear different clothes, and even tried to wear their hair differently to distinguish themselves, but when I saw them, all three had the same dark haircut, the same black jacket and the same dark ripped jeans.

"Two million dollars." The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight. She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers. The results were... extensive. Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Their pack was one of the largest and most powerful in North America.