Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

The bartender had gone completely still, staring past me at the entrance with an expression I had never seen on a bartender before. Fear was clearly visible in his eyes. "The Blackthorne triplets," he breathed. I slowly turned and followed his eyes, there I saw Three men standing at the entrance. Three identical faces, Same height, Same dark hair, Same broad shoulders filling the doorway like they owned not just the room but the air inside it. One pair of eyes is silver, One ice blue, One light green. The pull struck again, fierce and bone deep. It was coming from all three directions at once.

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.

“No, thank you. I will pass. It’s too much responsibility for sweet little me” As I was just having a nice chat with Alpha Riley. The Triplets appeared in front of us. “We will give her the house tour” the Triplets said in unison. ‘I smell trouble. Why do they suddenly want to give me a tour?’

Armed with this newfound knowledge, Millent and her triplets hatched a daring plan to expose the Moon Clan's deceit and protect the integrity of the prophecy. They rallied the werewolf community, garnering support from those who believed in their cause. The triplets, Mike, Daniel, and Alex, stood side by side, their faces etched with determination and unwavering loyalty. Each possessed unique qualities that complemented one another, forming an unbreakable bond. Mike, the eldest of the triplets, exuded strength and authority. His commanding presence instilled a sense of security in those around him. With a protective nature and a strategic mind, he was the one who often took charge, leading t

Their hands moved in quiet rhythm, but Dharna’s mind was elsewhere. At the table, the triplets exchanged glances, their silent language flowing effortlessly. Veeraj’s restless energy buzzed, Aditya’s sharp mind calculated, and Shakti’s mischievous smile hinted at secrets unspoken. They had asked about their father before. Dharna’s answer was always the same: He died. But she never showed them his picture. Never let them see the man whose blood ran in their veins. Aditya, quick to notice patterns, had long suspected something was wrong. He had whispered his doubts to Veeraj and Shakti during late-night giggles under the blanket. Together, they had formed a pact.

“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,”

ONLY FOR NATE! Was this teenage hormones? Was it just me? No, no no. It was them! Maybe if I had my wolf I wouldn’t be lusting after another male. But right now this was a completely impossible situation!! “Hey I want you to meet the Black triplets. They’re mated to Ridge’s sister,” she said, running his fingers through my hair. Triplets!!! Goddess help me.