Redhead Triplets Novels & Stories

“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.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, and people from far and wide came to witness this remarkable event. The triplets, two boys and a girl, were a sight to behold. They had inherited their parents' striking features—fair hair, piercing blue eyes, and a regal air about them. The eldest of the triplets, Prince Logan, was named after his grandfather, a symbol of the lineage he carried. The second-born, Prince Henry, possessed a mischievous twinkle in his eye, promising a spirited and adventurous nature. And the youngest, Princess Amelia, was as delicate as a flower, her presence captivating all who laid eyes upon her.

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than