Redhead Triplets 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.

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

“Let us handle this. You focus on keeping the pack together.” For a moment, she hesitated, but the bond between them was undeniable. They weren’t just her mates - they were her partners in every sense of the word. “Fine,” she said, stepping back slightly. “But don’t die. Any of you.” Dylan smirked. “Not planning on it.” The triplets shifted in perfect unison, their wolves towering and powerful. They charged forward, a force of nature that collided with the rogues like a tidal wave. While the triplets fought with unmatched ferocity, Nicola turned her attention to the rest of the pack.

“The Ashwood Triplets!” Three men stepped forward. My breath hitched. I hadn't seen them in all my life. The number of years I spent in the pack, I’d never came across them. They were a terrifying triptych of power. One of them had a mirror image of father. Silver hair, cold eyes.

They had each found their place in the tapestry, and she was no exception. As dawn approached, the triplets’ journeys converged in a private, unseen moment: Kai, Aria, and Elara, standing atop the ridge, overlooking their lands, their packs, and the dawn breaking over the horizon. The wind carried the echoes of Jake’s strategic voice and Ella’s nurturing wisdom. In that silence, they understood each other perfectly, the bond of triplets stronger than any ritual, any prophecy, or any power they could claim.

However our parents have no idea of the behind choices we all had made from our parents, first and foremost. I wasn’t at all an expert when it came to scents, but we had found out a very difficult situation that had allowed little to no choice in discussing more matters, five months ago the triplets had married their husbands, this made it easy for the triplets to not have their first time with their husbands as they had left to the Fenrisúlfr clan to assist on the war, but as they where in that predicament, the night before their wedding the triplets, and Enzo had made their first courtship, to my fears the triplets had made a huge mistake as they each got knotted by Enzo, concluding in eac

They glowed red in the torchlight, not the warm gold of the triplets, but the deep red of fresh blood. "Who are you?" I whispered, my voice coming out cracked and scared. "What do you want with me?" He smiled, showing teeth that were just a little too sharp. "My name is Kael. And what I want is what was stolen from me." "I don't understand." I tugged at the chains, but they were solid iron and didn't budge. "I don't even know you." "No, but you know them." His eyes flashed brighter. "The triplets. Rowan, Damon, Riven. Your precious mates."

They're waiting for any slight provocation from him for them to jump at him and teach him a lifetime lesson. Since I don't know what I want yet, I just listen to Luna Annabelle as she chats with mom, discussing about me, the triplets and other stuff and as I hover around, I feel someone's hands being placed over my shoulders. The person's scent is quite intoxicating and I'm convinced that it's one of the triplets, it's just that I can't tell if its from which one of them. I'm glad I'm able to tell them apart since some of their features are different most especially their hair texture and eye colour. The three of them are strong and masculine but I can't fail to notice Charles who's quite di

His unwavering glare held in place the other parties joining us on the lawn of this building. "Long time no see, brother!" The man amid the security guards in nice suits and ties spoke with sheer smugness and humor. I instantly knew who he was. His jet-black hair, the scar along his cheekbone on his face identical to that of Norman's, and his handsome features matched those on the TV screens making headlines for all the wrong reasons. Raids, captivity, and power. Damon Edelman. The first of the triplets. His dark eyes instantly shot my way and the smugness dropped off his face, replaced with confusion. He walked closer to us tilting towards me as though to get a brighter look.

I asked, panic written all over my face. My heart sank, and disbelief washed over me; it felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. “ These are the triplets of the Blood Trinity Kingdom. The one with golden hair is the second son. The other one is the last,” I overheard Alpha Kingston say. I clenched tightly at my foster uncle's hands, unknowingly. These were two of the infamous bloodthirsty triplets known for their brutality. They always destroy every kingdom together with the brutal Alpha Prince, the eldest of them all.