Encanto Triplets Novels & Stories

“The council members have sent this letter from the South-West. They would like you to read it.” The butler stepped back and I got up, picking and unfolding the letter since no one else wanted to do it. My eyes went through the words, searching keywords before I read it out. ‘Task Three, For Love is Art and Art is Love…’ ‘I don’t think you’ll like this,’ Melora cringed. ‘You don’t need to tell me twice.’ ‘…The Triplets are required to paint you in a dress of their choice…’ I almost choked and they listened keenly, becoming super interested.

CHAPTER TWO: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS NOLAN’S POV~ We the werewolves of the silent howl pack, far from Greenville town, were to throw a royal soiree for just royalties from the north. Our father; King Edwards, my mother, I, my brothers, and relatives were all seated at the royal dining table, about to eat dinner when my father decided to make an announcement. There was a lot of distinct chattering because the room was filled with werewolves of high prestige.

Dominick says. “Yes, I am guessing this is where they are hiding,” I tell him. “Yeah they showed up and I could tell the girls were highly irritated.” Dimitri states. I told them what had happened, and they both laughed. They had also tried to tell the others that they were being too strict, and again they did not listen. The triplets are very close to Dominick and Dimitri. They have also grown very fond of them and treat them like their nieces and nephews. I still can’t understand how neither of them has found their mates yet. I had heard Dimitri did, but he says that was just a rumour. I know he is lying, but I can’t figure out why. Dominick just changes the subject every time it

The only thing I was a bit confused about was what he wanted. As we kept many things in mind, I couldn’t get King Enzo angry at me. He had no idea what I knew from the triplets. Unlike me, the triplets gave themselves to King Enzo. After all, their first time was also the result of their triple pregnancy. All three of them had a pup on the way; they were more than scared, but with my help, they would be alright, hopefully, sadly, King Enzo is still angry at them for sleeping with their husbands a week later.

Three tiny heartbeats, flickering in sync. "You're carrying triplets." The room spun. Elena heard the words, but they didn't make sense. Triplets? Three babies? "That's not—are you sure?" Dante's voice sounded far away. "Very sure. See? Three gestational sacs. Three heartbeats. Congratulations—you're going to be very busy parents." Elena couldn't breathe. Triplets. Three babies. Three tiny humans depending on her. Needing her. Trusting her not to mess them up the way—

He delivered another strike to her body. “Bella!” the triplets yelled, and the moment she heard her name, she gave Enzo a hard punch to the face. Then she grabbed his neck, slamming him from the ground where they were down into the hole. By this time, he was already exhausted. “Don’t you see? This is destiny, Enzo, and you cannot stop it.” The triplets gathered around the hole with the stake as she said this.

Both Ferdinand and Enzo laugh out loud. "Sweetheart, triplets are blessings. Look at how my triplets grew." Then he suddenly turned sad thinking about the Princess of Alvarez. "I will go and see my Princess." He tapped Enzo and left.

The music stopped for a second as the three of us walked in with Elena. "Boss is back!" someone shouted. I led Elena through the crowd toward the center of the room. I kept my arm hooked tightly around her neck, pulling her into my side. "Listen up!" I yelled over the noise. "This is Elena. She’s the Old Lady of the Triplets. You treat her with the same respect you give me, or you’ll have to deal with all three of us." A cheer went up, but I saw one guy standing near the bar who wasn't cheering. He was a member of a rival crew we did business with, a big guy with a scarred lip. He took a long sip of his drink and looked Elena up and down.

Emma said earnestly, making them all chuckle. "Okay sweetheart. I am waiting with bated breath." Zahir said and took some fries from Zada's plate. Zada swatted his hands away. "How many time have we told you not to steal from our plates." Zada whispered, leaning towards him. "We are triplets. What is yours is mine too." Zahir whispered back, grinning cheekily as he stole another fry from her plate. Zada groaned. "When will you grow out of this triplet excuse. You have been using that ever since you learned to talk." Zada whispered again in annoyance.

The twins also looked exactly like the triplets when they were younger. "Roscoe, Dos and Tres look so much of you, Kraius. Quatro and Cinco got the shape of my face but still looks like you. Do you have a magic spell that cast on me? You know, it's a bit not fair," the woman said, hiding his nervousness.