The Dark Trio Novels & Stories

A third boy strolled into frame with his hands in his pockets. Holy shit, Dark thought, numb. Three little versions of me? “Where were you, Zeus?” someone asked on the feed. “Kuya Thanatos,” came the reply. Dark’s eyes widened. He could hardly breathe. Three littler versions of himself were standing there—and all of them moving like his children. Sweat beaded on his palms; his heart pounded so hard he felt dizzy. His phone buzzed. “We need you here now. The bulldogs aren’t giving up. I think they want to see you. They want the Devil,” a voice said.

“We can handle them. We’ve faced worse.” “No, you haven’t!” I snap, my head pounding with frustration. I try to sit up again, but the pain slams me back down. My breathing comes out in a ragged hiss. “This isn’t some rogue ambush or stupid border fight, Trix. This is Salcom. This is dark magic, and it’s everywhere. You can’t win this fight. Not like this.” Trix’s jaw tightens, but I see the doubt flicker in his eyes. Good. Maybe he’s finally starting to get it.

The three members of dark-shadows all have long black hairs that reached up to their backs which they left flowing. Their body is one built like a strong tower and they leave their chest bare while their trousers hung just below their waist. Dark shadows are known for fornication and they never really have anything good to do since the split of the covens. Their coven is like a brothel. But despite it, they are still one of the strongest covens and that is because of their special ability of not been seen when they don’t want to.

In response to our curious gazes, Sandra replies, “Last night, after Mother stated that this trio was five years old and has been steadily growing into their powers, Bhakti voiced a concern about possible other trios out there. Others that may have the same ill intentions that CCS have.” “CCS?” I give them a half-smirk. “You have a nickname for our big bad trio?” “It’s easier than saying Corinda, Casen, and Severn every single time.” Sandra punctuates her last three words with a clap on her thigh for each word and an eye roll at the end. “What do you mean, other trios?” Devin asks from behind us. All of us jump. Apparently, we were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn’t hear or

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

Soon, there was a number. There was Marco, a former—and intelligent safecracker with a heroin habit I swore I would keep in check, and Elena, a con artist who could charm a virgin into prostitution. The third, and my most favourite was Darius, a giant ex-mercenary who had lost his taste for loyalty but not for violence. He was like taking a risk, but that only added to the thrill in it for me. I gathered these three, gave them purpose and made sure they were aware of it so they would never forget, and made sure I named them ‘the Trinity’ to unify them mentally.

“Valeria had three more children she hid even from Dante and Bianca. Two brothers and a sister, all in their mid-twenties. Trained separately. The oldest, Viktor, is ex-special forces. The middle one, Nikolai, handles the money. The youngest, Katarina, is the strategist. They’re calling themselves the Shadow Triad. They’ve already recruited thirty men from the old loyalists and are promising to restore the ‘true Moretti bloodline.’” I opened the file. Three photos stared back at me. They looked eerily similar, same dark hair, same sharp jaw, same cold eyes. Viktor had a military cut and scars. Nikolai wore a suit and carried the look of a banker with a knife. Katarina was beautiful in a let

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

"Kyrian you take the other car." "Lorenzo—" "Please. I need to talk to him. Alone." Kyrian nodded. Got in the second car with A guard. They drove to the estate. Through the gates. Up the long driveway. When they pulled up, the front door opened. Isabella stood there. Then Matteo. Then Vincenzo. They all froze when they saw three people get out of the cars. Lorenzo. Kyrian. And someone who looked exactly like Lorenzo. Isabella's hand went to her mouth. "Oh my god."