The Trinity Novel Novels & Stories

They greet us in a foyer with red walls and a grand staircase. Tristan resembles his mother, with her pale skin, long black hair, and emerald green eyes. She has an aura of warmth, as though her natural habitat was a kitchen at Christmas time baking cookies and pouring out glasses of spiced wine. Alpha Conner is tall, muscular, and tan, with the opposite coloring from Tristan. He has a reassuring solidity about him, as though nothing could possibly go wrong on his watch, and no problem couldn't be fixed. Tristan is their only child, and that strikes me as sad until I remember the stories the guys have told me about running in and out of each others’ houses on the same block, gathering most o

She joked and Amaranthe stuck her tongue out at her. It doubled Elizabeth over with laughter, “Yeah, Amar. I have never heard you say ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence.” She said, rubbing her stomach. Amaranthe blushed and held up her glass, “Blame the fucking mimosas.” She said, and the three of them burst out in a fit of giggles. ***** Hi guys! The St. Leonard Chronicles will be released in early June. These books will span over six novels - Ayden, Anastasiya, Matteo, Kiara, Damon, and Dakota plus a few more familiar faces will be making an appearance. If you would like to be kept updated, please follow me on Instagram @j.tarr02. - J.Tarr xxx

He tried to live in the present and hope for a better future, there was a doubt that even if he took a neutral stand against the situation in the country, he paths would like meet with one of court generals or leaders of bandits or rebels or who ever traveled this roads. There was no doubt, the paths always meet, so he went through the forest to avoid one of the those paths. In front of him a large door opened and, naturally, the God of Death appeared. “How?” Kazuma asked. “Beacons,” the God of Death replied coldly. “There is chance that you can be helpful for a change or maybe even wash away the filth of you pass deeds. The choice is yours.”

Some time had passed, the young immortal princess changing, moulding into what they asked as Dorian broke her beyond repair, her hope dwindling ... The unmerciful storm raged on with the deadly fury of all those trapped within the fiery depths of limbo, destroying all who stood in its wake. The thunder rang out with the deafening roar of a thousand cannons, each clang sending an ear-splitting agony through the princesses head as she stood in the wake of battle, gazing upon those who stood at deaths door; waiting to be claimed by the reaper. Bodies littered the muddied ground for miles around, their souls paying the price from their actions in life, trapped and alone for all eternity. She gla

The moment he saw it clearly, all the defenses he had built up instantly collapsed. "H-How could this happen? I didn't mean to do this to you. I really didn't know you would die at sea. Weren't you a swimmer? How could you not even make it a few dozen feet…" I wasn't sure whether he was trying to justify his actions or confess his guilt. Glaring at him with hatred, I clenched my teeth. "Adrian, if you have even a shred of conscience left, chase those dogs away!" Adrian snapped out of his daze and hurriedly ordered his men to drive the dogs away.

Looking into his clear, steady eyes, I said, "I was thinking… how lucky I am to have met you." His cheeks flushed, and he gently tightened his hold on my hand, his gaze brimming with warmth. Outside the window, the world felt new, open, and full of promise. As for Darren and Carrie? They were nothing more than distant shadows—irrelevant characters in a story that no longer belonged to me. Their downfall, their disgrace, were nothing more than consequences they brought upon themselves. And I had finally emerged from the wreckage, washed clean of the past. I had rebuilt myself.

“What if she had attacked me?” “She can’t harm you, honey,” Finn reassured, moving closer to me. “I trust Ace’s training. You’re stronger than you think.” “Really?” I queried, touched by his faith in me. “Yes, because he is the god of war. I trust that he has prepared you well,” Finn affirmed, planting a tender kiss on my lips. “Let’s get a bath, honey. I have a meeting with the elders,” Finn declared. “Sure,” I acquiesced, feeling a sense of pride at being by his side.

The "Great Static" had been a victory of the soul, but the soul does not keep the rain out or the wolves away. For six months, Port Trinity had existed in a fragile, hard-won state of grace. They had traded digital perfection for calloused hands and the honest exhaustion of the sun. But as the first heavy frosts of a new winter began to bite into the Newfoundland coast, the world beyond their horizon had begun to curdle.

Not for me As I step out into the cool air, I send a quick text to Cassain, just to let him know that the problem had been dealt with. “It’s done. Trina’s out.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I didn’t need to. I had done my part. I always did. As I made my way down the street, I felt the weight of everything start to lift. The world was still turning. The wind was still blowing. Life was going onexcept now there was one less liar in it, one less threat to deal with. Trina’s death would send a ripple through Thalrion’s ’s camp. A warning. A message that there were consequences for betrayal, and even if you thought you could hide in plain sight, there was always someone watching, waiting to take

"Does your wolf need my hands to arrange a fast pack ride to the estate?" "No, the Mensah Clan already sent a black car for my boots." "Have a great time at the bonfire, then." Trinity flashes a fake, sweet smile, says a quick goodbye, and walks out of the Adebayo gates. But his boots don't go anywhere near the Mensah Moon Estate—instead, his car tails Seth’s alpha scent straight to the private rooms of the Valoria Ridge club.