The Dark Trio Novels & Stories

The seven betas of the pack – together with Baxon – were on the rounds around the mansion – making sure to guard the entire mansion as well as the confidentiality and seriousness of the situation of the leaders of the pack. Hunter let out a deep sigh. “The Triad is still working, and it seems like this one is the main base.” Hunter revealed darkly – causing the women in the room to gasp in horror. Hunter stared at his father blankly. “The rogues were with them, and I – even Dustin – thought after rescuing Hector… That it seems like it was as if they truly wanted us to take Hector out of their base.” Hunter stated angrily – in between his gritting teeth.

However, one thing they all ignored is that the fact that, actually, the Demon is Dark and not him. When Dark is in charge of a battle, no enemy passes him without being killed. Mason and Kelvin fought alongside Dark in their wolf forms. Their movements a perfect synchrony of teeth and claws. The three of them were a formidable team, their bond and trust in each other giving them the strength and courage they needed to take on the enemy. Their warriors also didn't also fault in their fight. They were indeed, battalions! As the battle raged on, Dark found himself fighting alongside the others, his jaws snapping shut and his claws extended as he took down wolf after wolf.

“I, Troika Bullock, will leave this godd*mn place right now. Are you going to harm me? “If I die here, the fighters of the Bullock family will attack tomorrow. Sure, perhaps they are not as powerful as your men in an open battle, but what about an assasination? I don’t believe you’ll be able to sleep peacefully. “Not just that, I am not the only one here refusing to pledge loyalty. Hmph!” Troika snorted and turned around to leave with his men. “You’ll take it from here, Dark Occult Bishop,” said Nigel. Having had enough of talking, he returned to his seat and leisurely took a sip of tea, seemingly expecting something interesting to happen. Suddenly, Dark Occult Bishop twisted the jar open an

“Something wrong?“ Richard narrowed his eyes on him. He arched a brow, urging him to spill. Austin hesitated. He knew Richard could be trusted with any problems he encountered. He was just tired of discussing Ursula's insanity with him. Richard Tyson was his partner and friend. The two men had such striking resemblance. Black, wavy hair which danced to the nape. Chiseled good looks. Twenty-nine years old. Billionaires. Their differences were insignificant. Arthur towered above Richard with a few inches. Richard had exquisite blue eyes. Arthur's dark eyes were intense and seemed to have a striking deepness in them. The duo could pass up as brothers. “Ursula.“ Arthur breathed out. His face was

Since the twins had already helped her, there was no need for her to use the information they had given her freely. 'We may be the mafia, Elise. But we'll never hurt, not in the way you're thinking. Not you at least. After a long time, someone has captured our interest and we've no intentions of letting our interest dwindle just like that.' Azael & Reuel. Elise felt her hands run cold at their words. The entire email was filled with cryptic words and she couldn't make out what they were trying to tell her. But she was damn sure that they were hinting at something... something dangerous and dark.

“ Why isn’t he dead?” “I don’t get it either.” She replied as fear came to her eyes. “ It’s supposed to kill vampires.” Before anyone could talk further, Three men appeared by the door carrying bows and arrows. One was Caucasian and seemed to be the leader of the trio. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and was muscular. He wore a dark t shirt and dark jeans with fingerless gloves. The other two were twins and were of mixed races. They were also dressed in the same attire. One of the twins bent down to carry Jake but Daniel stopped him.

He looks more like a biker than a personal driver, but who am I to judge? “This is Cain,” Dominic introduces, opening the trunk of the car to toss his stuff in. He reaches for our bags but freezes when Tristan lets out a sharp growl. “Careful, Fox. You’re in our territory now.” Tristan ignores him, mouth snapping shut. I can tell he has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but I’m glad he manages to keep it to himself. Dominic is right—we are in their territory. Which would give them every right to rip Tristan limb from limb if they wanted to. And I needed him to stay alive so I wouldn’t be stuck here alone.

She needed to finish her studies and then she would open her own fashion line in Canada and right after that, she would take her father with her also. These were her plans, Plans for the future but her fate had different plans for her future which would take 360° in her life, leaving her nowhere to stand, in Complete darkness. In Her DARK World, she would be all alone. Without her husband, without her studies, without her father, without any hope, without any feelings, without any light. Only Pain, tears, Betrayal, and vengeance. End Of Flashback:- The prison's van stopped outside of the court with a screech and her body stumbled.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.