Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

All of it was visible to me, and it was just as real as me. Its black slit pupils enclosed by striking gold irises were looking directly into my eyes. I moved my gaze up and down its body, trying to make sense of what was before me. Its appearance differed from the ones trapped in the mirror. Attached to its bald head were two distinct goat-like horns. And a long tail hung from its bottom. The shape of his body was in between a human and an otherworldly being, leaning more towards the former. Its skin was vantablack: the darkest shade of black.

ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 The dull, synchronized roar of three heavy combustion engines pierced the howling alpine wind, vibrating through the limestone bedrock before the vehicles even cleared the northern bend. Lucian did not drop his trowel, but his movements slowed, his frozen muscles locking as the headlights cut through the blinding sheets of snow. Three armored black SUVs; pristine, heavily reinforced, and bearing the distinctive silver seal of Blackwood Global across their front grilles skidded into the gravel courtyard. They looked completely absurd in this valley, like slick Manhattan predators that had mistakenly wandered into a glacial trap.

Ren switched his visual feeds to ambient-light amplification. Emerging from the pitch-black shadows of the dead Sector 6 streets were shapes. They were sleek, humanoid, and entirely painted in light-absorbing vantablack. They didn't carry kinetic rifles. They carried long, vibrating, high-frequency monomolecular blades that emitted no heat and no light. "Target lock failed," Ren's internal system warned him. The Behemoth's advanced AI couldn't track the entities. They were invisible to radar, thermal, and electronic scans. "What are they?" Leo asked, straining to see the monitors.

They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred. “Dante Blackwood has a refined taste for weak spots,” hissed the one who seemed to lead the trio, a man with yellowish eyes and scars that looked like teeth marks on his neck. “Let’s see how he reacts when we send you back to him in pieces.” The man advanced with an agility that defied gravity. Helena retreated, but the gravel betrayed her. Before the attacker’s hand could close around her neck, the world exploded in a roar of metal and fury. Dante’s motorcycle leaped from the side embankment, colliding with one of the aggressors in mid-air. The impact was brutal, a sound of bones breaking that ech

They were the triad everyone whispered about in the border villages, the ones who took what they wanted and left nothing behind. Thorne Blackwood stood in the center. He was tall and broad. His black hair was cropped short. His green eyes were sharp as broken glass. Scars crossed his bare forearms like maps of old wars. A heavy silver chain hung around his neck. Even from twenty feet away, I could see the glint of metal lower down. Piercings. Thick and deliberate. They showed against the tight leather of his pants.

"Y-yes!" Kayden sits down and puts his arms around my waist as he pushes harder and deeper. He bites my neck and lets out a loud groan when he reaches the climax. Soon after, I cum too. "Fuck, baby," Kayden passes out on the chair and pulls me next to him. "You're incredible." I giggle and rest my head above his chest, "Now, I understand why you're called Black Tiger."

The corridors carried that specific late-evening emptiness where every footstep echoed too loudly. I didn’t mind it. Blackthorn at night was the only version of Blackthorn that required nothing from me. I cut through the east wing toward the main exit, my hockey bag hanging over one shoulder while Coach Dermott’s formation notes replayed in my head. That was a problem with actual solutions. I preferred those. The library corridor was dark except for one light glowing near the far end. I almost kept walking. Then I heard movement inside. Methodical. The sound of someone cleaning.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.