Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

“I know she is our mate and what I did was absolutely wrong. Especially without talking it out with you guys.” Smacking his lips with hesitation as admitting to his blunder was a tough task for him. “On another note, now Asher cannot claim her as his mate. And you both still got the chance because you know–” He shrugged with a soft chuckle making the situation even more awkward. “We are the triplets so technically it doesn’t affect much if one of us claims her ahead of the others.”

another asked with doubt in his tone that made me detect how rude he could be. I've heard about the triplets from my friend, Henry. He had taken time to explain each one of them to me and how I should deal with them when I feel they are bullying me, which I don't think might happen. He mentioned their names as Luca, Lucas, and Lucien. God knows I'm not their fan, even though they were well-known in the pack. Who wouldn't know the triplets? I didn't. “Hey! Who are you?” the one who had concluded I was a maid asked me again with much arrogance, and his words made my skin creep. I felt so irritated with their questions but anyway, I needed to let them know to clear off their thoughts that I was

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

My wolf rose eagerly at the thought, begging for the fight. But Nyxion didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes dark and burning, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back. The silence stretched, hot and suffocating. My chest heaved, every part of me trembling with rage, but I didn’t look away. Couldn’t. We were triplets. Three parts of one whole. Born of the same blood, raised under the same roof, bound to lead together. We had fought side by side, bled side by side, laughed and wept, and carried each other.

“Why a pregnant woman? Wouldn't it be wiser to hire someone more capable?” Constance smiled, staying calm. “I hired her for companionship, and her condition doesn't interfere with her caregiving abilities.” Ulrich continued questioning, “Do you know the father of the child?” Constance responded with a carefully crafted story, “The father of the triplets is an ordinary man named John. A great human, or rather, man, for Fierce.” Ulrich raised an eyebrow, directing his gaze to me. “Triplets?” I replied defiantly, “Any other questions you'd like to ask before leaving and reporting to Alastair?”

It also gave the girls a hint of sexual effect. As the triplets girls stared around the room in anticipational precept, an official blew a whistle which pulled them to order. One by one, the Macmiller triplets walked out from a room and into the staircase in the middle. They were formally dressed, each wearing red tuxedos, red trousers, perfectly tailored and black shinning shoes. They wore a black netted mask, concealing their faces but with little holes for the girls to struggle. An official brought three refined chairs below the staircase for the triplet boys to sit.

They were all in sweatpants of their favorite colors with matching tees and shoe-less, barefoot. They didn’t hide their daze as I advanced toward them. Ian’s face turned red and he appeared nauseated. It’d be nice if they kept their faces that way during the task but Kane’s smirk was already returning. ‘Idiot.’ I arrived and asked for the letter the butler was holding, reading it for myself. “They gave us rules.” I knew better and I knew Cannon sounded disappointed. “I can read, you know.” I went on to interpret their words and discovered that this was more of a competition between the triplets. They were not to sexually touch me during the duration and if they did, they’d be sent out.

"Now, activate the S danger button." Butler Mark's eyes widened in shock. The S-button danger mobilisation was the White family's trump card, meant to be used only when the family was on the brink of collapse. Madame Agnes grew impatient at his hesitation and yelled, "Mark, what are you waiting for?" Butler Mark quickly regained his composure and pressed a button hidden under his sleeves. Madame Agnes marched towards the helipad in the mansion. Butler Mark ran to catch up with ten burly men in suits who were following her from behind.

"I did my part, alright. I tried everything in my power to save you." "What did you do?" I whispered, but he didn't answer. "Kian, what the hell did you do?!" I yelled into his face. Kian's bedroom door swung open behind me, and he slowly lifted his gaze. I turned around and found three shadows looming in the corridor. My eyes widened when the Graves triplets appeared in the doorway. They shared the same face, but they each carried their own unique danger. First, there was Apollo, the eldest and feared leader. Ares, the second eldest, and the notorious sniper. And lastly, Atlas, the dangerous manipulator.

Sandra Ashbourne POV “The three little angles are so incredibly adorable, they look just like child stars of the pack network!” the server wolf stammers out, her voice shaking super hard as her eyes stare right at the kids. My mind watches her face change fast. Her eyes look like they are about to pop straight out of her skull because Kairo Vale and Zevran Nightfell look exactly like miniature copies of Alpha Gali Blackmoor! It is like the great Alpha had been shrunk down to tiny pup proportions right before her face. And Gali is sitting right next door in the highest private dining room, eating his mountain meat. If these beautiful triplets are his true blood pups, why are their little paws