Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

Taji used his gold dust to speed up, so he could get a better look at what they were seeing. “Shit, we need to hurry up, those are black dragons. If they are here that means they have located the Trifecta. We can't let them take the boys we need to help them.” Taji said calling his sword. “Wait what is a Trifecta, and black dragons have been extinct for thousands of years.” Buttercup said following Taji's lead. She was confused by what she was hearing. First Leprechauns and now the appearance of black dragons both sighting could mean the end for all supernaturals on earth. Buttercup thought as she followed Taj, she knew Taji wasn't telling her everything. She knew him and knew when he was ly

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind me. “Need a hand?” Before I could answer, a tall guy stepped up beside me. He had messy dark hair, strong arms covered in tattoos, and a confident way of moving. Without waiting, he grabbed the heavy bag with one smooth motion and tossed it easily into the bin. The muscles in his arms flexed under the light, and his voice… oh god, his voice was so low and smooth it sent a shiver straight through me. I couldn’t stop staring. My mouth felt dry even though my body was reacting in a completely different way. Heat rushed between my legs. Just from hearing him speak, I was getting wet. I pressed my thighs together without thinking, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Stars exploded across my vision. Silas — the man whose walking pace seemed mathematically calibrated — actually had a tail? With shaking hands, I posted my very first question on Mischief & Mayhem: "Saw someone with a black heart-shaped tail. AR filter or actual monster?" Within a minute, a user with a DemonHunter_Official avatar replied: "Filter my ass! That's an incubus bloodline awakening. Judging by the curvature of that tail — RUN. This one's clearly in heat. Stay any longer and he'll drain you dry!"

Only survival. Vaelor moved through the chaos like a storm given form. Eight feet of tribrid fury, horns blazing crimson, dark hair matted with blood that was not his own. His tail whipped behind him like a blade, slicing through an agent’s throat in one fluid motion. The man clutched at the wound, eyes bulging, blood bubbling between his fingers, before he crumpled.

He mouthed a silent thank you before the light in his eyes vanished forever and his body went limp against mine. Behind me, the other two bitten scouts had fully transformed. Their screams were inhuman, a twisted song of bone-snapping agony and predatory lust. They lunged at the group of warriors gathered at the tent entrance, their silver daggers flashing. Kaelen was a whirlwind of black steel, his movements a blur of lethal grace as he and his Black Wolves drove them back. They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins.

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

My breath hitched in my throat, and my stomach dropped with a sickening lurch. The bustling courtyard went utterly silent, all other sounds fading into a muffled background. Every eye, it seemed, was fixed on the unfolding drama. I could feel the raw, untamed fury radiating off the Triplets like a tangible force – a low, simmering rage that vibrated in the very air around us, a silent promise of retribution.

A tall, handsome moderator in a sleek grey suit took the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his smooth voice echoed through the room. "It's an honour to present to you the Alphas of Blackthorne. The nightmares and fantasies of every girl in this hall tonight." Lena rolled her eyes to that. 'Not her.' Then the moderator roared, "Let's welcome the Blackthorne Triplets." The door opened. The lights in the room came on. And they walked in. Ronan. Kieran. Soren. All dressed in black Italian suit. All tall, lethal, beautiful, dangerous. The room seemed to trembled at their feet, forcing the men to wish to be in their shoes and the ladies—except Lena of course, dreaming of a future with them.

All I could feel was overwhelming power and anger going through my veins as I remembered the looming darkness’s woman’s words . “Ok then you can’t have it all , you have to leave your soul and your werewolf behind so as to be resurrected on earth as a vampire. If you choose to go back as a Tribrid your body might be too weak to hold in all of the power and you might become a salvage beast driven to madness with power ,rage and vengeance…be warned though, your mate bond will be completely cut off and you shall have a mate no more . It’s all up to you ,what do you choose?”

Hallow Hades pack, Silver Moon pack, Night Walker pack, wolves from the capital and the major cities, plus guests pouring in from everywhere. Even the outcasts came. Rogues, lone wolves, deviants, half-shifted things with twisted faces. Exiles who crawled back just to be seen by the Lycan. I walked in with Amanda and took my seat beside Lucien, at the table below the emperor’s platform. A few heads in the crowd turned when they saw us. Then the Alpha Triplets arrived. The roar doubled. They wore matching armour, black and sharp, like generals walking into a massacre. I hated the noise, hated how the whole place thundered for them, hated how every man in here tripped over himself for their ap