The Dark Trio Romane & Geschichten

Elijah, Amelia, Victor, and Michael formed the rear guard, protecting our flank from the encroaching shadows. As we approached the heart of the fortress, the air thickened with malevolent energy. My parents' captors awaited. The Dark Triumvirate. Three powerful beings who fed on darkness and chaos. Their leader, Arachne, sneered at our arrival. "Fools," she spat. "You think you can defeat us?" Cassius stepped forward. "We've already defeated the greatest darkness – ourselves." Arachne's smile twisted. "We'll crush your spirits." The battle raged.

"Uniting Against Darkness" The Nampa forest had fallen into a state of turmoil. The once harmonious ecosystem was now under the relentless assault of dark magic, which continued to creep deeper into its heart. Luna, Orson, Alpha Burst, and Sierra had come together, united by a common goal: to confront the ominous threat that loomed over their enchanted home. In Luna's secluded den, the group gathered, each with their motivations and reservations. Luna had agreed to work with Alpha Burst and Sierra, but her trust remained fragile, like a fragile bud that could either bloom or wither.

They had been killed by professionals. "Thorne isn't just an Elder anymore," Elias whispered, his hand hovering over a concealed holster at his hip. "He’s been selling Council secrets to the human syndicates for years. These aren't pack guards. These are Black-Sun operatives." Kaelen felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. The Black-Sun was a shadow organization dedicated to the capture and study of "anomalous" beings. To them, the triplets weren't children; they were the ultimate biological prizes, half-Alpha, half-Silver Force.

Let him finish. Lysander looked at me. His honey eyes were pained. If you sever one bond, the shadow loses its anchor. It cannot feed. It cannot grow. It becomes dormant. Trapped. Which bond? I asked. Any bond, Lysander said. But the strongest bond—the one that would work—is the Triad. If you sever your connection to one of us, the shadow will have nothing to hold onto. The room went silent. Theron's face was white. Cassian's hands were clenched. Lysander's eyes were wet.

We walked to the Grove together, hand in hand, our warriors forming a protective escort. The Council was already assembled, standing behind their stone pillars. But now the clearing was different—changed by magic overnight. In the centre where we had stood yesterday, a massive structure had appeared. Three doors carved from different materials—one of Fire that burned without consuming, one of shadow so dark it hurt to look at, one of Light so bright it was nearly blinding. "The Three Trials," Elder Silas announced. "Fire, Shadow, and Light.

"The third generation will be pure. No 'pleasure contracts.' No emotional outbursts. No 'Secret Rooms' filled with old grudges. This child will be the first true Thorne." "You're not touching him," Iza hissed, her fingers curling into fists. "Dark will kill you if he finds you here." Silas let out a short, dry laugh. "Dark is currently occupied with a digital ghost hunt I started in London. He’s brilliant, yes, but he’s reactive. I built his mind, Izaib. I know exactly which buttons to press to make him look the other way." He reached out with a gloved hand, moving to touch her face. Iza flinched away, her back hitting the glass of the nursery.

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

"Not anymore." "Not yet," Dante corrected, his hand sliding from the booth to cup the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. The casual dominance should have offended her. Should have sent her running. Instead, it ignited something dark and hungry inside her. "What do you want from me?" she asked, meeting each of their gazes in turn. The triplets exchanged a look—something passed between them, some silent communication that made her feel like prey caught between three apex predators. "Direct," Damien murmured appreciatively, his grip on her thigh tightening. "I like that."

The sound of her voice and the way her body looked spooked Troy and he falls down upon the surface of the grand hall. “I cannot turn to darkness…” Troy’s voice rummages through his mind and just like that his body grows back not to the hindering old man but to his present age. The young man grabs upon the sword with his right hand and with his other he propels a black fire that coils around his arm like a living breathing flame though once that surging magically power of his braces his limb, he knows what to do. “I must become darkness… wrath and vengeance. Accept the ones by me as they are. Protect them with this darkness inside me…” The sword in his hand falls to the ground. The sound of m