Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

The Alpha of our pack is ruthless and cruel but he has a soft side too which is there just for his mate- our luna. The Alpha and Luna have three sons. The triplets- Aiden, Dominic and Xavier, popularly known as the bloodlust triplets. They are in their mid twenties and their ruthlessness has no bounds. They have overtaken their father in the matter of cruelness. They are lethal beasts who are ready to shed blood everywhere. They are invincible, powerful and true monsters.

There was no threat here only purpose. "What is happening to them?" Skylar demanded. Her voice shook but she stood firm. "Why are they floating? What was that about a prophecy?" The guardian turned her luminous form toward the triplets. "They are awakening to what they are meant to be. The Trinity. Three children born of three parents uniting werewolf and lycan bloodlines." "That is just genetics," Myron said. "Not prophecy." "Is it?" The guardian's form seemed to smile. "For millennia there has been a prophecy. Three souls bound as one would be born when the old divisions needed to end. They would herald a new era for the supernatural kind."

Alphas didn't move like that, didn't kill like that, didn't have eyes that burned like molten metal. "You're not a wolf," I said quietly. His lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "No. I'm not." "Then what are you?" "Lycan." The word hit me like ice water. Lycans were myths, legends, bedtime stories to scare pups into behaving. They were supposed to be extinct, wiped out centuries ago in the Great War. They were bigger, stronger, more vicious than any wolf. They were— "Monsters," I breathed.

I said firmly. Aiden and Ethan's Lycan wolves tried to reach out to Camilla. They begged and promised to take good care of us and always protect us. My wolf was a stubborn one, but she later accepted them when they never let her be. Everything went smoothly between us. The Lycan kingdom was once more peaceful again. Isabella was happy with her beloved mate, while my twin sister, Anna, was doing great in the demon kingdom. We had finally graduated from school. The Lycan King argued for the twin's brother to come home and ascend the throne.

"We’re Lycan royalty. The Blackwood name isn't just a business brand. It’s a crown. My 'gang'? That’s a military front to keep our borders safe. Silas’s companies? They fund the war we’ve been fighting for centuries." ​"I don't care about your wars!" I yelled. "I'm a human! I have a life!" ​"That's the part you aren't getting," Alaric said softly. He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. "By sleeping with me, the Mark didn't just tie you to me. We are triplets. We share a soul, a bloodline, and a throne. You are physically and spiritually bonded to all three of us simultaneously."

“Every passage into our land must be sealed. Call forth the night sentinels. If Lycans think they can trespass in our domain, let them bleed before they take a single step.” The generals bowed low, their voices carrying unified assent. Yet behind the iron-clad discipline, unease lingered. Lycans were brutal fighters, and these were not ordinary wolves—they were the Royal Triplets, warriors of unmatched strength, heirs of ancient bloodlines. Whispers began to circulate among the vampires. Some spoke of negotiating before blood was shed, others hungered for war to settle the rivalry once and for all. Still, Ricardo’s word was law. His gaze silenced every doubt.

We were trained to strive for ultimate power and dominance. Until the throne has been passed to us five years ago, we’ve always carried the weight of our huge responsibilities, being the only sole left pure-blooded lycans. And with the rising conflicts that was emerging in the past, we decided to gain a foothold in the human city to gain more influence and power. And now that we have achieved what we wanted and built the most successful company in this country, our standards naturally grew way more above average. “Hudson, I think their proposal has quite the potential. Perhaps, they can make some revisions and…”

“Scarlett.” I paused. Slowly, I turned back. King Alaric studied me with the careful gaze of someone weighing a political problem. “You should understand something,” he said. “This family does not break its promises.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Reed. “The engagement between House Donovan and House Solace will stand.” My chest tightened, but I only nodded once. “I understand, Your Majesty.” But the King wasn’t finished. “We are Lycans,” he continued. “Our customs differ from the smaller packs.”

At least that got me breathing and conscious again. He picked me up like nothing happened and we continued our journey through the sea of deaf bodies. Dead bodies of my people. I may have been hated by many for being weak and not being able to wolf-out but they were still my people. And though I've never been respected as one, I was still their Luna. Their weak and helpless Luna who could do absolutely nothing for them. New set of tears had gathered in my eyes, threatening to fall when I heard the loud howl from the Lycans. It was deafening and frightening. I could tell from the sound of it that they were feeling fulfilled at their bloodied victory and I was the trophy to prove that.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.