Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

Ben wondered, imagining their father’s appearance. “He must be extraordinarily handsome as well!” Donna exclaimed dreamily. “Oops. We might be too good-looking for our own good” Ben lamented. Just then, Tony’s voice called out, “Grandpa!” Donna turned around and saw the elderly man standing nearby. Though his hair was now gray, the triplets felt a strong sense of familiarity with him. “Grandpa!” Donna shouted as she raced over and embraced Wade. “Grandpa, I’ve missed you so much!”

"But Blackthorne's still bigger. More influential." I glanced over at him again. There was no mistaking it — he carried the same kind of weight the triplets did, that same commanding presence. His eyes hadn't moved from me once. "He and the Blackthorne triplets Alphas are sworn enemies," Rita whispered, right before Leo called her name to get the game going. ‘Sworn enemies?’ I thought, the words sat heavy in my chest. The game began, and I reached for another drink, gulping it down without a second thought.

Luna nodded happily then they ate. When Sarah noticed that the people at Maximus’ table were standing up, she looked at them. She just shook her head because the triplets really looked like Maximus. ‘It’s impossible for Mr. Lim to be the father of the triplets.’ Sarah shook her head at what she was thinking. “It’s really impossible.” She said.

I moved closer and froze— It was a framed photo of Nathaniel and Damian, with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to them. ‘He's white. I also heard he's a triplet.’ Joyce's words replayed in my head. So it was true. Nathaniel was a triplet. There was another photo— a picture of them and their parents; I supposed, and another boy. The happiness radiating from the photo had me smiling too. I picked up the frame and let my fingers brush Nathaniel's face.

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

But their silence was comfortable, until a shadow blocked the sunlight across their table. “Well, well… What do we have here?” A sneering voice broke in. Hardin looked up, his jaw tightening. Standing before them were the notorious triplets from their class—Zach, with his identical sisters, Zamila and Zona. The three moved like a unit, always in sync, always intimidating. For the first time, they had chosen their table. “Trying to copy us now?” Zach scoffed, eyeing the twins and Zoey like they were a science experiment gone wrong.

“What a nightmare.” My chest ached, but I didn’t react. I couldn’t. Selene had been tormenting me for years. She enjoyed it. It was a game to her. She watched me for a moment longer before finally stepping back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Hurry up, foolish girl. The triplets will be here soon, and they expect perfection.” The triplets. Ronan, Kieran, and Elias. The future Alphas. I swallowed back the wave of anxiety that hit me at the thought of them. If Selene was cruel, they were worse.

Torchlight danced across the walls, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the gathered. At the forefront, Alpha King Lukarian stood tall, his triplet sons flanking him. Blaze's fiery mane cascaded down his back, Storm's piercing gaze seemed to see right through the crowd, and Rain's gentle smile put even the most restless at ease. The triplet Alphas wore matching black robes, embroidered with intricate silver threads, symbolizing their royal lineage. Behind them, a massive stone pedestal supported the coveted Triple Crowns, Their gemstones glinting like stars. Lukarian's proud gaze swept the crowd before settling on his sons.

Ryder narrated, his eyes glued forward and not at me. "Since we are triplets, it's normal for us to get the same type of wolf. Callum and I got a black wolf," he explained and then he pressed his lips together "Max, got a mixed color, which is very much unusual. We are triplets, we were supposed to get the same type of wolves" he paused for a while with his eyes still glued in front of him "Dad had always warned us about it. He told us separately that the mixed wolf signified different blood. That it’ll cause problems in the future,”

That should probably go on my bucket list. “What have I missed,” I heard, and turned even more. I narrowed my eyes at the tall male who was definitely the third of the triplets trio. Muscular, a mix between the other two for sure. Not too tan, not too pale. Jet black hair though. I sniffed the air a bit and made a face. “Is something burning,” I asked, before anyone else could speak.