Dream Triplet Novels & Stories

"Wouldn't dream of it. Some things are too important to miss." As he turns toward the training grounds, I feel Dane's awareness sharpen through our connection, his attention shifting briefly toward Liam before returning to his security duties. The triangle between us grows more defined with each passing hour, the energy flowing more smoothly, the connection deepening beyond what any of us anticipated. Whatever happens tonight, we face it connected in ways no one else can fully understand. First, Second, and Third of three—a triad formed not just from ancient bloodlines but from choice, from commitment, from something none of us has fully named yet but all of us increasingly recognize.

I tried to find the right word. “Whole.” Riko whispered. I smiled. So she felt it too. “Soulmates? That’s not really a thing. There are three of you and one of her. You can’t all be her soulmate.” her father shook his head. “We are triplets, sir. Identical triplets. That means we started as one. We were once one embryo that was divided into three. So we are pieces of the same soul. So you see, it’s possible.” I smiled, my eyes traveling to the clock.

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.

We fell asleep like that, married, powerful, unbreakable. But as dawn broke, my phone buzzed once. A final message. **“You missed the triplets. See you soon.”** I deleted it and held Damien tighter. The shadows would always whisper. But we were louder.

I bark. He blinks slowly. “Screw… you…” Trixie steps forward and kicks the leg of the chair—hard. “Try again,” she says sweetly. “Okay, okay! It’s Dren.” “Dren?” I echo. “That’s not a name. That’s a sneeze.” “Do you want me to spell it?” the rogue sneers. “Do you want me to punch your face inside out?” I step closer, glaring. “Boys,” Trixie warns, “you’re both making my head hurt.”

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.