Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

I was now a successful doctor, a testament to the power of perseverance and the belief in oneself. But my journey of triumph didn't end there. Alongside my professional accomplishments, I held another precious treasure close to my heart. The triplets, my boys, were a blessing that came unexpectedly but brought immeasurable joy. They represented the love and newfound happiness that blossomed when I chose to forge my own path.

His hands lingered there, warm and supportive. "You okay?" he asked simply. I nodded. "It's done." As I was about to get in the car, something made me turn around. I saw Daniel and William behind me, having followed me out into the snow. They stood close together, leaning slightly against each other for support. Their hair had turned completely white, their features weathered by time. Deep lines etched their faces, eyes sunken from grief and decades of regret. William's shoulders were permanently stooped now. Daniel's once-confident stance had become hesitant, uncertain.

A tall, handsome moderator in a sleek grey suit took the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his smooth voice echoed through the room. "It's an honour to present to you the Alphas of Blackthorne. The nightmares and fantasies of every girl in this hall tonight." Lena rolled her eyes to that. 'Not her.' Then the moderator roared, "Let's welcome the Blackthorne Triplets." The door opened. The lights in the room came on. And they walked in. Ronan. Kieran. Soren. All dressed in black Italian suit. All tall, lethal, beautiful, dangerous. The room seemed to trembled at their feet, forcing the men to wish to be in their shoes and the ladies—except Lena of course, dreaming of a future with them.

After waiting for an hour, finally, the triplets decided to grace them with their presence. But this time, something was off. Their faces were devoid of emotion. Not like they usually smiled at the elders, but this time felt strange. They smelled dangerous. They looked even more dangerous. Their eyes could burn. But again, they thought, what could go wrong? The elders came prepared with enough guards and weapons. The triplets stormed in dressed in all black. Hael was cladded in his signature black suit, shoes and tie. Elion…in his signature black shirt, leather jacket, trousers and leather boots.

The triplets can walk already, as a matter of fact, they can already run fast. “Nanny Marcy, where is Bentley?” the Luna Queen said when she cannot spot his second-born son. Of the three, the naughtiest is Bentley and of course, the crybaby is the only princess, Porsche, while Royce the eldest is the most reserved and refined. He rarely cries or gives his parents a headache, unlike Bentley. The Nanny, who just for while removed her eyes from her assigned Prince to take care of, suddenly went pale when she noticed that indeed, Bentley is not around anymore. They are in the Grand hall since the occasion is already about to start.

The budget for my daily meals was more than my old monthly salary. All I had to do was rest, grow his baby, and wait for my ten billion dollars. The pregnancy was smooth. Every ultrasound showed the baby was developing perfectly. I even saw them kicking inside me. Yes, them. They found out it was triplets in the third month. When Killian heard the news, I saw a flicker of... satisfaction? ...on his stone-cold face. "Good," he'd said. "The Blackwood line needs heirs." But now...

My father, Vince, and the boys' father finally came in, their tough-guy exteriors crumbling as they took turns holding the newborns. The triplets climbed into the oversized hospital bed with me, tangling their limbs around mine. "You guys were a disaster today," I whispered into the dark. "We were a little uncalibrated," Nickie admitted. "Next time, we’ll have the protocols down," Luca promised. "Next time?" I groaned. "I just pushed out an entire squad!" "Next time is for the girls," Matteo teased. "The Noir Triplets." I just 'shh'-ed them and closed my eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep surrounded by my six Moretti men.

They fight together in a puppy pile, wrestling and giggling with each other. All three boys are up and walking, both Demetrios and Calix are flying, and Brison is using two- and three-word phrases, though the other two are quickly catching up to him. Nine month old triplets are fucking exhausting. And just think, we’ll have another set of triplets in the matter of two months. Six kids under one. What the fuck were we thinking? Especially with two being demi-gods, two being Nephilim, and two being werewolves.

They take advantage of the weak, like a cop cleaning up a wrong. "That's not important. Tell me about the triplets. You seem to be close to them already." "Which triplets?" I blink. She spares me a pointed look. "The Beverions, duh. There are no other triplets in the Starweaver Academy except them."

A royal guard shouted and everyone got real silent. All eyes turned to look at the triplets who walked into the room with their powerful presence which was screaming dominance. Their aura was oozing royalty and stern faces as they walked with powerful steps. Aurora looked at them through her eyelashes. They were looking handsome, sinfully handsome as if God took out some time and carved them with his own hand. Their black hairs were styled back, eyes void of any emotion, and face was blank. They were like robots, stiff and in control. It was their birthday day and yet they were not showing their emotions. There was not an ounce of happiness on their faces.