Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Golden Trio

and with that we focused on our breakfast. After breakfast Evie and I went to a river that was nearby to wash up... we packed our stuffs and started our journey with me carrying all the heavy stuffs and Evie carrying just her bow and arrow. The castle of Maridul (Third person pov) All the witches were gathered in the hall as instructed by the Maria(the head of the witches)... "I gathered all of you here because our positions are being threatened by the tribrid prince, he is headed our way and is getting stronger everyday" she paused to catch her breath then she continued "he need's to be stopped as quickly as possible by any means necessary, so I want you my fellow witches to hunt him down a

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…

7 years later *Trisha's POV* I stepped out of the plane with my head up high as I took in the familiar scent of the London airport. It was a scent that once filled me with trepidation and sorrow, but now it carried a different meaning. It was the scent of triumph, of overcoming the odds stacked against me. My nanny, who had always been with me through thick and thin walked alongside with me, her presence a constant reminder of the unwavering support and love that had guided me through my darkest days. Together, we had forged a path of resilience and determination, refusing to let the past define us.

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.

Asher POV The music changed and was louder; the whole place was dark. The door opened, revealing Archie. Silver is on his right, and Dean is on his left. The three of them wear the same golden robes. The robes are long, flowing behind them. Their hair was gelled backwards, and their faces were void of any emotion as they walked in perfect sync.

"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 sniff. “Hmm,” I sigh. My focus returns to my phone which is stationed right in front of me. Aaron and his brothers are all kneeling on the floor, making some kind of incantation with the blood in their midst. They encircle it, holding hands with each other, then there are golden cups, four of them in their midst. A sudden question arises in my mind. “Why aren't they using the common silver one?” This is the model most elites use, hold seems quite royal and kind of a ceremonial item.

“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.

My wolf rose eagerly at the thought, begging for the fight. But Nyxion didn’t move. He just stared at me, eyes dark and burning, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back. The silence stretched, hot and suffocating. My chest heaved, every part of me trembling with rage, but I didn’t look away. Couldn’t. We were triplets. Three parts of one whole. Born of the same blood, raised under the same roof, bound to lead together. We had fought side by side, bled side by side, laughed and wept, and carried each other.

“I will not sit here and—“ “On the contrary, you’ll sit where I fucking want you to sit.” I snapped, cutting him short. He looked at the Wayland brothers but they remained motionless. “Go on and say it. Tell me why you conspired with Rogues to attack Moria after an agreement was reached to send her home?”