Mixed Triplets Novels & Stories

Maverick said making me shake my head at both of them. The bet! Well, we triplets are like that. Every time two among us do betting over the third person in our triplet set. I and Maverick had done this with Hudson most of the time. After all, Hudson among us was a troublemaker and spoiled brat-ass always. Well, nothing has changed in him still. He's still the same.

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.

Up till now even as they were twelve, they still slept in the same room together but soon they will be having a room each to themselves cause they are growing up pretty fast. The triplets had a long and strong family lineage and even their birth was a miracle, everything about them, since the day they were conceived had always been out of the ordinary. They were from a long history of Werewolves, Vampires, and Powerful Seers and now they were called, The Mystbrids.

I yelled at her while punching the wooden wall of her house. Sophia took a quick glance at the cracked wall, then turned her gaze to me. “The three of them are no ordinary babies. Inside the triplets' bodies flows the blood of a true werewolf, vampire, and fairy. In conclusion, the triplets are tribrids,” she said with a worried-looking gaze. “Are you delirious, Sophia? I got pregnant with my ex-mate, who is an Alpha werewolf, so there's no way my triplets will be tribrids!” I laughed a little at her words.

“We’re mates, too.” “No,” I shook my head, trying to pull away. “That’s not possible. Mates… it can’t be, first Zack, then Kane now you, I'm supposed to have only one mate.” He chuckled darkly, pinning me in place with just the weight of his presence. “Normally, yes. But nothing about us is normal. We're triplets, born under a blood moon. Blessed or cursed with a shared bond, a rare phenomenon.” His hand moved to my waist, sliding up the curve of my side, stopping just below my breast. I froze.

Why am I so weak right now? From the moment I entered this city and everywhere I went this last month, ‘Mate of the Triplets’ was always the hot topic. Every single she-wolf in this entire city wanted to be their mate. At first, they were confused if the triplets were going to have one or three different mates, but as they are monozygotic triplets, it was a given that they were going to have a single mate to share. Every single girl was dying to be their mate. Then why am I their mate? I never wanted to come here, let alone be their mate and settle down here for the rest of my life!

he replied, motioning for him to keep moving forward. Conri's breath caught in his throat when his gaze landed on the newborns. "We have Double Shifters..." He trailed off, staring in disbelief at his beloved triplets. One of which yawned sleepily while snuggling comfortably into his brother's arms, nuzzling his face against his neck affectionately. His eyes sparkled brightly, and a broad smile spread across his handsome features.

MONTHS PASSED.. Now Milley was in her fifth months of pregnancy.. and the happy thing was they were expecting twins... These days Ray's Mansion was full of happiness... the happiness that was lost long ago but now everything came to its place... The triplets were making trouble for everyone... As they had started to roll on their stomach and they will blabber something in their voice that no one can understand... AND NAME OF THE BABIES ARE - DAMIEN - ELDER SON

Others quickly looked away, like they weren’t sure they were allowed to acknowledge me at all. Everywhere we went, the triplets were recognized, respected and feared . I felt it in the way conversations stopped when they entered a room. In the way people straightened, shoulders back, expressions careful. Walking between them made me painfully aware of how small I was in comparison, not just physically, but in importance. We reached an open room which I’ve never seen before. The room was filled with antiques and relics, I was in awe, and the triplets looked proud and happy.

I moved closer and froze— It was a framed photo of Nathaniel and Damian, with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to them. ‘He's white. I also heard he's a triplet.’ Joyce's words replayed in my head. So it was true. Nathaniel was a triplet. There was another photo— a picture of them and their parents; I supposed, and another boy. The happiness radiating from the photo had me smiling too. I picked up the frame and let my fingers brush Nathaniel's face.