Silver Trio Novels & Stories

They almost gossiped about everything – love and sex life, achievements, failed and successful marriages. Thrice, I heard my uncle’s wife and Eben's mother gossiping about how one beautiful woman in the community so much loved coition, and her inability to conceive a baby. Also in the community was the practice of sorcery. While majority of the people who claimed to be Christians practiced it secretly, a few others were known for dabbling in the occult. Some were believed to use it to farm, and others for protection. Esther’s father and brothers were known in the community as men who so much dabbled in the occult. Many of the villagers feared them, but I knew them to be good men, men who rea

"And what of the dissenters? The ones who still cling to the silver rifles?" "Neutralized," Morga said, her voice a croak. The old witch looked frailer than ever, her skin like crumpled vellum, but her eyes were sharp with a secret, frantic energy. "The hybrids do not fear silver. They are made of the very thing that used to burn them. Your new world order is secure, Rhea Mooncrest." POV: Ash Ryder "You say 'secure' like you’ve already buried the bodies, Morga. What are you hiding?"

They were interested in the bloodline. "The blind items are no longer blind, Dante," Elias Thorne said. He tapped a vintage fountain pen against the table, the sound like a metronome in the silence. Thorne was eighty, a relic of Silas’s era who viewed the company as a holy see and the family name as its scripture. "The Chronicle isn't naming her yet, but they’re talking about 'The Triplets in the Tower.' The market hates a vacuum, and right now, the vacuum is your personal life. It’s making the investors nervous."

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

They always move as one. The three brothers could have been the same person. They’re identical, down to the last hair. They stand at 6’4”, unbelievably handsome, with dark, almost black hair—always styled to perfection—cold blue eyes that bore into your soul, and magazine-perfect bodies and faces. Kael steps into view first. He’s the oldest and never rushes—everything about him is deliberate, like he’s already decided how this will go. His icy blue eyes find mine immediately, looking right through me.

Iris asked, and the triplets stepped back in expectation, waiting for my review. "This is so beautiful..." "You look very beautiful." Zayne corrected with a proud smile. "We're not done yet." Steve pointed out and brought the accessories: the wristband, wristwatch, necklace, and earrings. Oh my goddess. I looked like someone who walked out of a magazine. Maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad. I thought within myself. "Give us a minute to get ready. Your makeup did take all the time." Zayne said, and the triplets left the room. In a few minutes, they returned fully dressed and ready to leave. Each of them striking in their own distinctive way.

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

So I’m a witch at the moment. I don’t know why but since I found out I’m not only a werewolf I can’t seem to have the presence of more than one power. If I’m a witch then no one can sense the werewolf and vampire within me and I also can’t use their powers, which also goes to any power I have at the moment. Aron said I’m the first encounter he has with a tribrid so he is not sure if I have an issue with my core or this is just what all tribid deals with. I know for sure that hybrid can use both of their power.

Slowly Ann stopped crying. "My name is Ann. Why do you guys have the same face?” asked Ann wondering. “We are triplets. But, it was a secret since a lot of bad guys after us,” said Jake. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You're all handsome," Ann said, stroking Jace's cheek. "Oh, thank you. You're beautiful too, honey," Jake replied. "Oh, you're so cute, Ann. Do you want to be my wife?" Jace teased with a sweet smile.

The power was always meant to be held by three. Three anchors. Three elements. Three forces stabilizing one another. Aria’s breath catches as she senses it too. “Ares…” she whispers. “He completes the circle.” He grips our hands harder, gold burning along his arms, jaw locked like he’s ready to fight a god hand-to-hand. But even he feels it. The shift. The click. The alignment. “Oh, goddess,” I breathe. “We’re the triad.” The goddess screams. “No........ no........no you were not meant to see this!”