Mixed Triplets Novels & Stories

I look back at him, stunned and speechless. “You know your mind Daphne, few Omegas resist the chance they’re offered here. Well, I don’t remember one who has exactly. You hit the jackpot with the triplets, you couldn’t have possibly gotten better mates. But this life won’t just be yours anymore. You will share it with six … yes, six beings. While I know for a fact that Liam, Christian and Vance all certainly want nothing more than to see you pregnant, for their hybrid half it isn’t a negotiation.

Nodding Groban gently rubbed my cheek with his hand, “You are a vampire, werewolf hybrid, a cross breed between two different supernatural species. Humans have been misled by those elite in power of the vampire covens to eradicate the hybrid species because the hybrid species are more dangerous than just a vampire or werewolf species alone,” frowning slightly I looked down as I thought it over, “But, I’m not physically dangerous. I mean besides being told I am a virus,” Groban rolled his eyes as he scoffed, “And do you actually believe that?” Thinking it over for just a moment I nodded once. Groban’s eyes narrowed slightly as his eyebrows furrowed,

They glared fiercely at him which for some reason made him shift around uncomfortably, yet he held his stance. “The thirteen tribes all gathered together in unison to watch as I end this pureblood,” my brows furrowed at his words, what did he mean by pureblood, who was a pureblood I wondered. As if by some silent signal between the women, they all began chanting together. It was the same rhythm and flow of sound and it just kept getting louder and louder. At first Demetrius was un phased, he even laughed at them. But then as the chanting got louder and the woman started moving closer to me in unison his eyes became wider and his jaw clenched as his body tensed,

The sun shone brightly through the window, casting a warm and hopeful light over their home, as they eagerly awaited the moment they would meet their precious grandchildren for the first time. Christine's family was eagerly waiting for the arrival of her triplets. They were overjoyed about the new additions to their family and couldn't wait to meet them. As the days went by, the anticipation grew stronger, and everyone was anxious to hear news about Christine's health and the babies. Finally, the phone rang, and Christine's husband announced that she had given birth to healthy triplets, including a baby boy. Her family erupted into cheers and applause, relieved and grateful for the good news

naturally magnificent, a total opposite of Kristin, who was elegant but looked unreal. "Hmm, you have lovely daughters, Gina. I'm thankful that Pete's bad genes didn't rub off on any of them," Richard joked and the laughter rang out again.

"Wait it out." "But he is clearly a hybrid. You all saw it." Bri muttered in worry. "What more could she want from him?" "I just happened to wonder..." Isobel called their attention. "Having mixed genes from three different races makes you a tribrid, right?" At her question, they all fell silent. Bri lost her ability to breathe for the next few seconds. "Your boy is so lucky, Bri. A force to be reckoned with."

The hasty cremation, the evasive answers—I had suspected all along that neither of them had truly died. And after Jeremy's "death," I discovered I was pregnant. With twins. That was when I conceived my boldest plan. I took on the role of caretaker for Jeremy and Janey's supposed illegitimate sons. Under the guise of grief too deep to bear, I retreated to the countryside with them. Two years later, I returned—with my own twins. Everyone believed they were Jeremy's illegitimate children. Even my own parents were deceived. They scolded me for being a fool, and friends mocked me for lowering myself to raise another woman's children.

I could see why Mylo was concerned that we would say or think something, which I was currently trying very hard not to do. Their triplets weren’t identical like their father’s, something we knew anyways with one of them being female. Two of them stood and looked much the same but polar opposites and one of them looked similar in a lot of ways, but clearly stood out with different traits. It wasn’t uncommon however, Mylo’s uncles were twins and polar opposites, and even his brothers Malcolm and Mayson were easily identifiable because of their physical differences.

When I went into heat, I got pregnant with triplets. Seth is a stallion like his dad, and Malorie is a deer like me. Byron is a hybrid deer and stallion. We're not sure how that will work when he's old enough to shift, but it should be interesting. They're only seven months old, yet they crawl everywhere and are into everything. I'm so thankful that my parents and Eli's parents decided to stay with us. They have been lifesavers when we need a minute to breathe. I walk to the nursery and peek in. All three little ones are sleeping, and their grandfathers are watching over them. I sneak back to our bedroom and shut the door.

Aziel had never seen his uncle look that angry before, he was so scared by his reaction. He quickly got up from the floor and ran back to his room. “So, that's one of her kids,” Elizabeth muttered and clenched her fists in anger. “That one looks a lot like her, especially with the stupid blonde hair and blue eyes. So irritating,” Elizabeth stood to her feet and walked to the place where the triplets were. She heard Aziel's sobbing and trailed the sounds.