Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

Because the last I shifted in public was when my parents were alive. ALEXANDER'S POV I am anxious to reach the Scarlet Rose Pack. I and My brothers are going around the world to find our mate. Yes, mate as in singular. We 3 share a mate and Title. It is shocking to many people but since we are triplets we are used to sharing everything like same room, title, friends, and mate. We are merely 2 hours away from the pack and my wolf ALEC is jumping around giving me a headache. XAVIER'S POV

My screaming, laced with the roaring howl of the mountain wind, pierced through the freezing rain, grating violently on every nerve in Gali’s massive frame. High Alpha Gali Blackmoor stood rooted in the mud, his jaw clenched so hard his fangs clicked together, his blazing silver eyes burning into mine with suppressed, lethal fury.

Her hair was as dark as the night sky and her deep black eyes with crimson red eye shadow gave her a witch-like look. Her lips weren't full but neither were they small. They were somewhere in the middle and it was painted in a deep blood red color. She was putting on a black dress that hugged her body at the bust and waist and a red corset that made it even tighter. I would have recognized her if she were ex beta Ray's mate but she wasn't the one. I didn't know the woman I saw before me. A wide happy looking smile was plastered on her face in contrast to her Gothic appearance. Everything about her gave off a Gothic vibe, even down to her long black nails.

She warned him to try to push him with her hands but no answer! Icardi gulped as he watched them, turning to the guard next to him and shouting, "The Alpha Beta Club is turning!" Black raised his head and Rene held her breath involuntarily when she saw his bloody eyes looking at her human and not friendly at all. we are back "Black" whispered in a trembling voice and her pulse slowed with great fear to try to pull herself out from under him, but she screamed curled up around her body when he roared wildly, warning her not to move.

The specific stillness that meant something had gone badly wrong and he was calculating the exact dimensions of it. "Lucian," Gavin said. Lucian turned the screen around. It was a text message. Sent to what I assumed was a private number because Lucian's expression said it should have been impossible to reach. The sender ID was blank, a string of zeros where a contact should have been. Three lines. I read them once and then read them again because my brain refused to process them on the first pass. THE PRESS WAS JUST THE APPETIZER. CONGRATULATIONS ON THE TRIPLETS.

that was all I could come up with through the link, He turned to me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, ‘I want you safe, that's all’ he replied to me on the link, We need to get going, the road is still long to the silver waves pack’ he said, so ever serious, there is one more thing, since the news has been out, three other alphas are waiting for us there, I looked in his direction, surprised by the sudden declaration, “who are we to meet there? i asked him he looked kind of puzzled, and not sure of what to say, the two main alphas are alpha Gerard and alpha Stephan, they have some family ties to the Corrigens, the third alpha was added to protect, stating that pack might be the closes

“Well, hot damn! It’s the Double Ds at the Triple K.” Her head shot up and the object of the burr in her butt stood there in front of her. Jet leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his wide chest with that dazzling panty dropping smile on those yummy lips of his. Of course, he also wore that Stetson, it completed the dreamy bad cowboy look that she’d become accustomed to. “What?” she asked as her face flamed. “What in the hell does that mean—?” He placed his hands up in submission. “I am just repeating something you said on the night we… did it.”

After waiting for an hour, finally, the triplets decided to grace them with their presence. But this time, something was off. Their faces were devoid of emotion. Not like they usually smiled at the elders, but this time felt strange. They smelled dangerous. They looked even more dangerous. Their eyes could burn. But again, they thought, what could go wrong? The elders came prepared with enough guards and weapons. The triplets stormed in dressed in all black. Hael was cladded in his signature black suit, shoes and tie. Elion…in his signature black shirt, leather jacket, trousers and leather boots.

The torrential rain hammered against the vantablack deck of the Acheron, feeling less like water and more like a barrage of icy shrapnel. The sheer, terrifying scale of the stealth ship became apparent as Dante and Elara were marched forward, flanked by half a dozen Vanguard mercenaries whose matte-black armor seemed to absorb the meager light of the storm. The vessel possessed no superstructure, no visible bridge, and no exterior lighting; it was a sleek, geometric nightmare designed to slice through the ocean while remaining entirely invisible to radar. The deafening roar of its massive, submerged propulsion system vibrated through Dante’s bruised ribs with every step he took across the no

He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal three-piece suit, a stark contrast to Wyvern’s reckless leather and Dragon’s half-naked dominance. He had sharp, aristocratic features, his dark hair neatly swept back, and wire-rimmed glasses resting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. I knew him! It was him! The second of the triplets! Gregor Blackblood. He slowly closed the ledger and removed his glasses, setting them neatly on the desk. His eyes were a chilling, icy blue, devoid of the feral madness of his father or the wild chaos of his brother. They were entirely analytical. Cold. Piercing.