Iconic Trio Novels & Stories

She smiled and pulled down her sunglasses, so he could see that she meant it with every fiber of her being. “Mummy!” The triplets shouted at the same time as they ran to meet her. Mr. Brown gushed at how cute the triplets were. They were two girls and a boy, and it was hard to tell their differences since they were wearing identical outfits. “Oh my goodness! What are your names?” He laughed as they grabbed his hand in excitement. “My name is Jenna,” The girl declared proudly, and this is “Elena and Jaden.” “Awn, you're cute.” He complimented as they giggled and ran around him.

IZZY POV I was waiting for the triplets in the foyer when they got back from the Packhouse. I could tell that they had a good workout while they were there; they were glistening with sweat and they were still shirtless. I swallowed hard. They had the most perfect pectoral muscles with a gorgeously cut six pack and they wore their jeans slung low on their hips. They smelled divine and I wondered what cologne they all used. It was slightly musky, like the clean scent of outdoors after a really hard rain, mixed with oranges and cut grass. It was a perfect scent for them, and I loved how it smelled.

Alvin stammered in disbelief as sweat beaded on his forehead. "Fuck! They're The Demonic Trio…" Cassandra and Jason muttered fearfully. The Demonic Trio were notorious for their crimes and were the most feared criminals in the northwest region. These three brothers had murdered hundreds of people and were the epitome of a criminal! They were so terrifying that they could scare off stray dogs with just a glare and Cassandra, Jason, and Alvin were also shocked into silence at this revelation. "It's doomed. The Demonic Trio are the worst of the worst criminals," Cassandra mumbled worriedly.

“It is a journey of power. You have to join forces with the Blue Britain pack and the Purple Front pack. Gather up to three hundred people and until then, you would know what next to do or you can summon me back then. If not.” she said and vanished into thin air. Trevor was stunned where he sat down. This was not what he was expecting. He had thought it would be something about some people trying to overrule them and did not expect it to be joining forces with other packs. And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world.

It also gave the girls a hint of sexual effect. As the triplets girls stared around the room in anticipational precept, an official blew a whistle which pulled them to order. One by one, the Macmiller triplets walked out from a room and into the staircase in the middle. They were formally dressed, each wearing red tuxedos, red trousers, perfectly tailored and black shinning shoes. They wore a black netted mask, concealing their faces but with little holes for the girls to struggle. An official brought three refined chairs below the staircase for the triplet boys to sit.

His own protective instincts, usually more subdued, were now fully engaged. We resumed our formation, our stances sharper, more aggressive. This time, our strikes were harder, fiercer, imbued with a new, unspoken intensity. The triplets surrounded me like a living storm, a protective whirlwind of motion, their blades flashing, muscles taut, sweat glistening on their skin. They pushed me, challenged me, forced me to react and adapt, but in every move, every parry, every block, they also protected me. It was a complex, dangerous dance, a raw, primal war of wills, and a profound, undeniable promise of unwavering loyalty.

The power was always meant to be held by three. Three anchors. Three elements. Three forces stabilizing one another. Aria’s breath catches as she senses it too. “Ares…” she whispers. “He completes the circle.” He grips our hands harder, gold burning along his arms, jaw locked like he’s ready to fight a god hand-to-hand. But even he feels it. The shift. The click. The alignment. “Oh, goddess,” I breathe. “We’re the triad.” The goddess screams. “No........ no........no you were not meant to see this!”

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.

Session after session it clicked and we had finally become best of friends. We had become so close that we usually shared most elite tasks regarding the states affairs together, giving us the nickname "Nemesis Trio" the name being quite self explanatory. Me being the main executioner, Ian the reckless one with devilish ideas and Scarlet, the one who kept the group sane when she wasn't drastically increasing her body counts. With time I had gotten a name for myself,'The Red Dame". A title resulting from how cruel and bloodthirsty I could be when my very little patience had been stretched beyond its limits. Though it wasn't the best I would want to be tagged with, I wasn't complaining.

A fiery amount of power radiated from them even as they straightened their backs. It wasn’t until I caught their pack emblem on their arms that I genuinely shuddered in fear. I knew that crest. Any day, Any time. The Ardent Triplets. Terror of the west, my family’s biggest foe… These were my roommates!?