Golden Trio Fanart Novels & Stories

They’re passionate about the first thing they ever decide to do with their lives and are even more passionate about their first love, even if it was infatuation and they maybe just liked the color of their eyes at the moment. That explained her madness over Cannon. Not for once in my life did I forget that there were three of them. Cannon, Kane, and Ian—the Alpha Triplets. Now everyone calls Aurora, Hilda, and I The Chosen Three. I mean, I could’ve come up with something better… I have some ideas…

Once their witches have completed their spell Ryker, William, Jayce and Alexander then join back with Dominic, Noah, Nathaniel, Stefan, Zachary, Julian and Sebastian along with all the warriors move straight for the enemies while Theodore and Victoria head to the battle tent and the females works to get the non-warriors, the innocent members into the bunkers and the passageways. Griffin jumps down from his perch and makes his way over to where Scarlett is in the crowd. She is surprised to see him. Even with him showing up in her visions, she still thought that he wouldn’t come. She hugs him, fighting the tears that sting her eyes before pulling back and returning to the duty at hand. Griffin

My magic might be gone, but my resolve, my fierce protectiveness, was stronger than ever. The pack members, now more relaxed, slowly began to file in to see the room, their eyes wide with interest and admiration. They admired the soft, handcrafted details—the delicate mobile, the tiny clothes, the plush blankets. They paused at the sturdy wooden crib, crafted from dark, rich wood, noting the intricate, triple-marked insignia—the interwoven symbols of the Triplet Alphas—carved meticulously into its headboard. And above it, a simple, elegant nameplate that read: Little Star. A placeholder. A dream. A beacon of hope.

My fingers carefully opened the frame and took a picture of Grace. I looked at the portrait of the beautiful woman wearing a yellow dress with gold-embroidered details on the shoulders. Her blonde hair shone like gold, adorned by a charming butterfly clasp. Her gentle smile only added to the charm of her natural beauty, which never faded. It took this photo after Grace gave birth to the triplets. “What's all this about, huh?” Alpha Rey's distinctively hoarse and dominant voice echoed in the room. Alpha Rey looked around the chaotic room, as if he were looking for a target to explode his anger. His sharp eyes then landed on me, and I only replied with a calm expression while showing a peace s

By now, I was used to attention, but it still thrilled me in a strange, electric way. Then I saw the triplets. All three. They stood together like shadows of power and perfection, clad in black suits with golden bow ties. My chest tightened. Anger flared immediately, sharp and hot. How did we end up eating the same colour. Ugh. Before I could stew too long, Fenrir approached, looking dashing in a white suit that perfectly contrasted the triplets’ darkness. “You both look amazing,” he said. He offered his hand. Elera nodded eagerly. “Go ahead, Calla,” she whispered.

She waved me over with the enthusiasm of a woman who definitely had gossip ready to burst. “Oh gods, sit. Sit, I have things,” she said, pulling me down onto the bench like we were back in high school. “Okay, so. Did you meet the triplets from Greynight yet? They’re healers and all three of them are stupid hot. Two are mated and the third is open. Like open open. I think she has her eyes on that broody weapons master you keep avoiding.” I cackled. “Tarin.” “What?” She smirked. “I just report the news.”

Then she pulled back, her eyes moving to Soren. You, she said. Her voice was flat. Soren inclined his head. Iris. You have a lot to make up for. I know. She stared at him for a long moment. Then she nodded. Then get to work. Soren smiled. It was a small smile, fragile but real, and it reached his amber eyes. The pack dispersed, returning to their homes, their families, their lives. The triplets and I stood in the courtyard, the bond humming, the future uncertain but bright.

"Just be the woman who jumped in front of that club. That’s the woman they want to follow." A knock came at the door, and the triplets walked in. They were dressed in formal black suits with green silk ties, looking more like Kings than I had ever seen them. When they saw me, all three of them stopped dead in their tracks. "Wow," Silas breathed, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You look incredible, Amore." "You look like you belong on a throne," Killian grunted, though his eyes were full of a heat that made my skin tingle.

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and turned around to leave. Just a few steps away, I heard painful groans and worried murmurs from behind me. I snapped my head back to see the three triplets aggressively rubbing their hands on their chest as if they were feeling a sharp pain there. This means one thing, the bond is refusing to break. My heart sank as it became clear that I was getting a mating pull with the most powerful and wealthiest students in this school. All three of them. The Moon Goddess must be playing games with me