Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

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.

It had taken a little while for me to emotionally heal from my past, but I would be able to honestly say now that the past was in the past. Asher, our third-born triplet, shook his head at us, but he could not hide his smile. He was a replica of his father but did not have as many tattoos. He also took after us both when it came to our thirst for knowledge. He damn near rivaled our collective knowledge of the supernatural world. My eyes caught a shadow in my periphery, so I sent my beautiful girls ahead to their father. Blakely did not need anything to take the focus away from what tonight was about.

Wolves around us stiffened, heads ducking, throats bared instinctively. But the Triplets… The Triplet Lycan Kings sat behind them on obsidian thrones, the air warping around them. Tristan—calm, calculating. Lucas—smiling like he already knew the ending. Hayden—massive, silent, molten-gold eyes too sharp. They didn’t just dominate the room. They redefined it. The quads stiffened beside me—Callum’s posture rigid, Jaxon simmering, Seth’s grin gone knife-sharp, Rory too still to be calm.

Mercy frowned. Grace quickly clapped her hand over Mercy’s mouth. “Are you crazy? Don’t say that out loud!” she whispered sharply. Mercy pushed her hand away. “Grace, have you ever seen Hindley’s picture?” Grace blinked in confusion. She had heard plenty of stories about the man but had never actually seen him. “Nope.” “He had triplets. And they're very Identical” “Oh, I know about that. Three boys. One of them was blonde.” Grace nodded, glancing toward the triplets. “So what’s off?”

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

Of course. The thought hit harder than Derek’s rejection somehow. Because at least Derek had pretended for a little while. At least he’d acted like he wanted me before ripping it all away. But the triplets? They were looking at me like I was their nightmare come to life. * Around me, the whispers started up again, louder this time. “Did you see that?” “The Blackwood triplets—“ “They felt something—“ “No way—“ “The cursed girl can’t be their—“

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.

It was a dark symphony, and I was the unexpected conductor. The Triplets moved ahead of me, their forms lean and lethal in the dim light, their every step a testament to their calculated precision. Their bodies hummed with a restrained rage, a barely leashed ferocity that made the very air around them crackle. They didn't speak. They didn't have to. The unspoken pact, the shared fury, resonated between us, a silent language understood in the deep recesses of our souls. We all knew who was waiting. Caelum.

Her eyes were the specific gray of someone who had stopped being surprised by anything a long time ago. She looked at Gavin first. A single long assessment. Then Zane. Then Lucian. Then she looked at me. Her gaze dropped to my stomach briefly. Back to my face. "The heirs are real," she said. Not a question. "Triplets," I said. Something shifted in her expression that might have been approval on a different face. She accepted it with a single nod and turned to the room. "How long have you been alive," Zane said.

Because I was fucking confused out of my mind. "So this is taking such a great turn. Does this mean they're good to you now?" Ella asked. She seemed a lot on edge, as if something bothered her. But I wasn't going to think anything too seriously. I gave it a brief thought. "Nah, I doubt it. The triplets are probably still a bunch of dicks!" I concluded.