Blackened Triple Tail Novels & Stories

"Surrender her, and your pack lives!" My stomach twisted into knots. Alpha Kieran. It had to be. The Blackthorne triplets emerged from the fortress entrance below me, and I gasped. They moved in perfect synchronization, three predators united by blood and purpose. Damon led in the center, his black fur gleaming like oil. Dominic flanked his right, slightly smaller but faster. Darius took the left, the largest and most brutal-looking of the three. "You dare attack Blackthorne territory?" Damon's Alpha command rippled through the air, so powerful that even I, locked away in my tower, felt the urge to submit. "You dare demand what is OURS?"

; Seer-Lira trailing ethereal, Caelum’s cousin veiled in silver gossamer, third-eye tattoo on forehead pulsing questing-white, blind-gaze piercing. Thorne halted thunderous, nostrils flaring storm-flame reek, voice gravel-roar: “Blackwood! This disturbance *reeks* of your whelp-spawn—rifts cracking *my* border holds like eggshells, shadows spilling wolf-blood! Surrender heirs *and* whatever anchor they’ve forged, or we invoke full council sanction—packs claim your university by rite!”

My head moved back on Christian as I took in his clear light blue eyes. Both of these guys were T-R-O-U-B-L-E if I’d ever seen it. “We’re uhm, actually triplets. Our third is around somewhere,” Vance said, scratching his neck. He turned slightly to the side and I gaped as I took in a massive silver marking on his back. It seemed to shimmer a bit under the sun. Is it a tattoo? My feet moved on their own, desperate to check it out more. He saw what I was doing and grinned. He turned to allow me better access as I ran my fingers over it in awe.

“Triple Slash!” “Spring Thunder!” “Quintuple Slash!” “Full Bloom!” Once again, Kenzo brought out his strongest move as the blades in his hands danced around Tyr menacingly. As they merged into one and came slashing down on Tyr, he felt a sense of dread momentarily. In reply, the three blades he was holding started moving. Triple Slash, Quintuple Slash, and Septuple Slash all came together and broke Kenzo’s Full Bloom assault. “Dance of a Thousand Years!” Tyr roared.

Not after what they did. “Mate” The triplets echoed, their eyes still fixed on me. I could see the excitement in them. Hearing that word, my stomach flipped, my knees weakened from instinct fighting trauma. Lyriel howled inside my head. “Mate. Ours” “No,” I whispered again, shaking my head. At that point, I didn't know any other word. The bond pulled at my chest like hooks dragging me towards them. My body betrayed me leaning forward even as my my mind screamed not to.

Ryder stormed into the room, his expression dark, his onyx eyes filled with fury. “What the fuck is going on here?” he roared. I froze, holding my breath. Alpha Cedric calmly turned his gaze to Ryder, unfazed by the intrusion. “Relax, Alpha Ryder,” he said in an even tone, “Your Luna-to-be was just helping me clean up after a little accident.” But Ryder's eyes weren’t on Cedric. They were locked on me, burning with a mix of anger and betrayal. “Is that what it looked like?” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Rose, Rose, Rose, out of all the nicknames you could think of, why Black Rose." Holding my gaze, she wrapped her fingers around it and grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Trying to distract me from the topic of breaking you into submission, are we? Anyway, to answer your question, it's a fine nickname, don't you think? Roses are common pretty red things... but Black Rose is a rare and deadly species, beautiful yet toxic. Just like me, Alpha." She sipped her whiskey, her eyes never leaving mine. "And speaking of beauty and toxicity, don't you think it's toxic to always come to me when Anna can't fulfill your needs anymore?" "I never said Anna couldn't fulfil my needs." I responded calmly, an odd f

I rush into the arena, and the sight in front of me makes me pause. In the middle of the pit is a massive three-tailed fox, its white fur gleaming under the dim lights. The crowd is on their feet, screaming and roaring with bloodlust. The fox is surrounded by five wolves and a panther, each one circling, waiting for an opening. But it’s not just any fox. “Shit,” I mutter, my heart racing. It’s Legion.

The resemblance was uncanny…and lethal. From the front row, Brynne Blackthorn…Blade’s twin, built like a beautiful man leaned forward with slender shoulders that could only be considered graceful he leaned back in his chair. His slender hands rested casually on his thighs, not knowing it was the kind of hands that had snapped bones on the training fields and still looked capable of crushing skulls for fun. A single silver hoop glinted in his left ear as he smirked, slow and lazy, the earring catching the chandelier light like a wink.

The air grew so cold that ice started to crystalize on the crates nearby. "Skylar!" Tyler yelled, his voice strained as the shadows wrapped around his throat. Becca’s eyes turned entirely black. "I will have her blood. I will have the Zeen wolf’s power, and my lover will tear your pack to pieces!" She threw her hands upward. A pillar of black fire erupted from the floor, aimed directly at the twins. It wasn't normal fire; it didn't give off light. It sucked the light out of the room, leaving only a void that threatened to consume everything.