Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

Why the fuck did I even come here? The other twin comes before me, roughly blocking my sight. He shares the same hazel eyes with the twins except his has life in it. His jet black hair is left to run down his neck, hanging above his shoulders with brows that are surprisingly thicker than mine. The mark on his neck is more visible now that he's put off his leather jacket, and oh boy, no wild animal can cause such a mark. "Bro, what the fuck did you fight with? A beast?" That came out before I can control it, causing him to chuckle.

I don't know why when we looked so damn good in a suit. We were identical triplets, but I was the most handsome by far. My black hair was longer, body more thinned out but just as strong. Drake and River looked almost the same in every way, short hair and larger frame. Drake had tattoos and River a nice little scar I gave him over his left eye though. "I gave them until midnight. They will agree or they will die." River growled at Drake, and a smile lit up my face. We were so close to completing our mission we set out to do ten years ago.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

I wouldn't mind turning this territory into our second life-and-death battleground, rehashing the bloody history that caused our parents' inherited pack to be split in two. But before Felix had a chance to rip Felion's throat out or dig his claws deeply into his shoulder, the real opponent revealed himself. "Well, well, what do I owe you for this pleasure of facing the damned twin Alpha from the other end of the continent?" Ryan Grayson stood proudly. "Grayson." Felix growled the bastard's name under his breath. I told my team to get ready via mind-link. "Tell me where the girls are!" Felion barked. Between the anger of my twin finding out about my triplets, deep in my mind, I concluded that

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

A mirror that obeys me. “Show me Blackwood.” The surface shimmers. I see the pack—quiet now, but tense. I see the triplets moving like chess pieces—Ronan building alliances, Kiernan standing guard, Elias chasing truth. They are clever. Brave. Loyal. But they are not enough. I see Selena. Back in their fold, haunted and raw. She remembers more than I thought she would. That makes her dangerous. But also useful. Guilt is a powerful leash. One I know how to pull.

They were not moving. “Why are you not moving…why… Why” I took tiny steps towards them and with every step that I took, it felt like a dagger was driven into my chest, piercing deeper and deeper. I dropped to my knees, reaching for them, when the heavy sounds of footsteps echoed down my ears. I whipped my head to the back only to spot some men dressed in all black sprinting towards us. For a second, fear clawed at me, but after seeing the man who appeared behind them— the triplets’ dad, Alpha Raymond, I calmed down.

The silence that followed Kaelen’s declaration was not the peaceful quiet of a battle won. It was the heavy, pressurized hush of a room where the air was being sucked out through a pinhole. The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep, once a theater of violet starlight and golden heresy, had turned into a monochrome nightmare. The black shadow-wings unfurled from Kaelen’s small shoulders were not made of feathers or fire; they were made of a light-drinking substance that seemed to smudge the very reality of the Silver Peaks.

Now. The Alpha triplets were stunned to find The Underground Fight Arena teeming with the dregs of the Barcelona Sector. Mobsters, tech-execs, and street-rats were all screaming, crowded around a massive cylindrical steel cage. The crowd was split down the middle: Red for Dante the Destroyer, Icy Blue for Blanche the Avalanche. The triplets stood out like silhouettes in the chaos. Matteo was in all black, Nickie in slate grey, and Luca in stark white. No team colors—just the Moretti brand.

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.