Black Butler Triplets Novels & Stories

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.

Hector arrogantly stated before walking out of the mansion. Leila scoffed as Butler Henry heaved a deep sigh. “Who is that man, Butler Henry? I don’t like him…” Leila unconsciously blurted out. “Watch your words, Miss Leila. That man that you are talking about is Master Hector Black… He is Master Hunter’s older brother.” Butler Henry stated – causing her eyes to bulge out of its sockets. ‘What the-’ Now, that explains why they have the same deep ocean blue eyes.

“My bad. Go on… please” Katrina rolled her eyes and took another cinnamon roll. I wished it was my d*ck that she was eating so passionately. IAN I just wanted to lighten up the mood and they got mad… tough crowd. The doctor continued. “The father of the triplets is Ian Turner.” I got up from my seat while my brother’s eyes turned dark. Katrina squashed the roll in her hands, her glares were lethal, and I f*cking liked it. “Looks like it’s settled,” Ian said, clapping his hands.

"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

His eyes flicked to me for a quick glance before he pulled away a cloth covering a painting. The air left my lungs. “These are…” I pointed, unable to tear my eyes away from the image. “They weren’t twins…” “No.” He growled, teeth grinding. “We were triplets. Raiker, the oldest. I’m the second. Klaus, the youngest.” “Why has no one ever mentioned the Supreme’s three sons?” I asked, still in shock, until I remembered the kettle whistling. “I’ll be right back. Sit down, please.”

Burnt bodies littered the floor like ashes, parts of the ground were still icy like a miniature iceland while some has melted off completely into liquid. Amongst the crowd, the triplets stood. They were dressed in what seems like overall black hooded jackets that covered their faces and physiques from visibility, the only noticeable features about them were their hands. Their eyes were closed but their other senses were extremely active, smelling and listening to their surrounding attentively. "Guess the hybrids beat us to them!" Mazel said without looking at his brothers. Grupath chuckled "They beat us to death, they sacrificed their lives for us!" "It wasn't a sacrifice, they were just bee