Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

Tim joined in. Sapphire sighed and Mrs. Persimmon laughed, this was one of the troubles of having triplets. She crouched in front of them and nodded. “Okay I promise, we are going to climb each and everyone of your options but now we just decide which one to go first.” She said and hey started yelling their options again but she quickly held up a finger. “I know! Rock, paper, scissors. We climb the winners’ ride first.” She said and they squealed excitedly.

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Thirty minutes slipped by and Alpha Baron who was sitting on my left, commented. "Looks like he's running late" he said, but no one said anything. Just then, we heard the sound of footsteps. Everyone looked up and the tension doubled. Killian Black had just arrived with his Beta and Gamma. They all had a circular tattoo on the side of their necks which was half covered by the collar of their shirts. There was nothing abnormal about Killian. His aura radiated no darkness of any sort. He was just as tall and muscular as I was. Dark brown hair in a quiff, brown eyes and a moustache. He had a smile on his face. For reasons unknown to me, that smile of his, made my skin crawl. A tall blonde walke

Pain was a familiar companion. Then—the front doors burst open. Male voices filled the house, deep and confident. My wolf snapped to attention. “We’re home!” someone shouted. The triplets. Kieran, Lucien, and Caelan—the Alpha’s heirs. Every girl in the pack dreamed of them. I scrambled toward the kitchen, desperate to disappear. But before I could slip through the door, a scent hit me—wild and intoxicating. Pine and snow. Leather and smoke. Power and danger.

The beast's jump was akin to a ridiculous joke now, however, in that exact moment, Grisha's senses started ringing and blasting like the fireworks on New Year's night. Despite the fact that Grisha was in her weakened state, the beast's assaults were something she didn't even need to avoid now. Nevertheless, she immediately hopped sideways. Just when she jumped something passed by her with a phenomenal velocity. She felt as if a black thunderbolt had appeared beside her neck. Grisha pupils stretched when he iris captured something that looked like a weapon with three heads in slow motion. The weapon was dense, black in color with golden impressions on it, its grandeur and elegance was refined

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

"You're blowing the whole cover." "I'm getting my shooters back," Shinjiro said, yanking a heavy black assault rifle off the steel rack with a loud clack. "Prep the trucks. We're hitting the pavement right now." Freezing rain washed violently over the windshield of the unmarked sedan, three blocks down from the factory.

The air in the building instantly grew heavy, thick with a suffocating, murderous aura that made it hard to breathe. The triplets had arrived. They didn't come in their human forms. Three massive, terrifying wolves crashed through the glass ceiling, down into the center of the mall. Alaric’s huge midnight-black wolf landed first, his jaws snapping shut around the neck of a cloaked hunter before the man could even scream. A horrific crunch echoed through the wide space as he tore the man's throat completely out.