Redhead Triplets Novels & Stories

“The blood of the triplets is… unique. Powerful.” The chilling truth of her words sent a fresh wave of ice through my veins. Blood? My children’s blood? It felt… impossibly wrong. Monstrous even. “Their blood?” I repeated, trying to make sense of the horrifying revelation. “What do you mean?” Mitchell took a deep breath. “It’s a special lineage, Ava. One drop of blood from any of the triplets… it would make any wolf who ingests it almost undefeatable. It would grant incredible strength, incredible resilience. Unrivaled power.”

Chapter 10 As the sun set on that momentous day, Millent, Mike, Daniel, and Alex stood before their pack, their bond stronger than ever. They knew that their journey was non-taurus and that challenges would still arise, but they faced the future with renewed hope and a profound sense of unity. Together, they would forge a path forward, one that celebrated love, unity, and the acceptance of forbidden bonds. Their pack would stand as a beacon of progress and understanding, forever changed by the love and determination of Millent and the triplets.

“Draven.” He’s at my side instantly. “What.” “There’s, three,” I say. He goes pale. “Twins.” “Triplets,” the High Priestess whispers. “The Hollow blood, it, it multiplies, it was in the witch’s notes, I thought it was myth.” Three babies. Three heirs. Three targets. The phone rings. The ferals watch. The humans watch. Caiden’s bleeding out. Draven’s holding me up. And somewhere, in the dead marsh, something else howls.

The triplets had prepared the things they needed to bring as early as the night before. The place they had decided to go was Century National Park. In the park, there was a vast grass field. Since autumn was gradually coming, the ginkgo leaves on the tree had turned yellow. When the breeze blew gently, they swayed and fell from the tree. This scenery was a unique beauty. The warmth of midsummer was not the bleakness of late autumn. "Mommy! Hurry up!" The triplets chose the best place excitedly. Because it was a weekend outing, there were many people in Century National Park.

I asked him. “January!.” He replied. “My favorite colors?!.” I asked. “Pink!.” He replied. “It’s not January it’s September and it’s not pink it’s Red and black!, I hate pink can you tell me why?!.” I asked him. “Because it’s common!!.” I heard someone from a distance say. I turned to a blood bathed man who was limping. “Alora, they plan on selling you to a mafia in Mexico!!.” “If he is Sebastian that means you’re Gideon!!.” I looked at both of them.

Vikramaditya leaned back into the leather seat of his private jet, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that he was already in motion, chasing shadows across continents. Mary’s words echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain—You are a father… of triplets. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, but disbelief clung to him like a second skin. Fatherhood had never been part of his carefully charted destiny, and yet here it was, demanding answers he could not ignore. Dharna held those answers, and finding her was more urgent than the storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV Life on the run was hard, especially with my triplets. I didn't live a day without fear. Terrible secrets cloaked in beauty ready to pounce from the darkness. And my three daughters don't need to face any of that. On that morning, I gave each of my beautiful six-year-old triplets—Rose, Jasmine, and Violet—a charm before they left for school. The charm contained some magic to cloud their aura. As a werewolf, it’s the thing I did to keep my daughters hidden among the mortal.

Christie’s voice cut through the air, and the room quieted instantly. Zeda turned to look at her where she sat at a corner, surrounded by her loyal girls. Knowing she had gotten the attention of the room, she got to her feet and sauntered to the middle of the room. “Now that Mr. Carl and the triplets are not here, you all can be honest and speak freely,” she said with a sly smile that perfectly replicated Sloan’s. Zeda knew "the triplets" was what they called Vyr, Rylan, and Draven online because they were always seen together.

she asked quietly as Gunny approached them. “I was a few blocks away. Is everyone okay?” Gunny said ruffling Marie’s hair. “Yeah,” Hadrian replied. “I’d heard that there were some around.” “What happened?” Electra asked again. “You started to shift,” Hadrian told her as the Stevenson triplets approached them. Robert, Roderick and Ronald were well over six feet, muscular and blonde hair with blue eyes. They were frequently referred to as the Vikings or the Swedes. “Perseus is scouting around outside. We wanted to check in before we joined him,” Roderick said to Gunny. “Are the kids okay? Ma’am?”

Their journey had been one of unexpected twists and turns, but in the end, it had led them to this beautiful moment—a moment that filled his heart with an unshakeable sense of joy and purpose. As they stepped out into the sunlight, their newborn triplets nestled safely in Christine's arms, Robert knew that their lives would never be the same. They had weathered the storms of uncertainty and fear, and now they stood on the threshold of a new chapter—a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.