The Vanishing Triangle Book Novels & Stories

But as long as they had each other and the unwavering support of their community, they knew they could face any challenge that crossed their path. And so, with their love as their shield and their unity as their strength, Otsana, Boris, and their fellow supernatural beings prepared to confront the forces that threatened to tear their sanctuary apart. Together, they would rise, united in their fight for acceptance, understanding, and the freedom to love without bounds.

To those who genuinely love this book, I say thank you. You all have been good and kind and I love you all. Looking forward to writing my next project. Love, Author, Dirty Triangle.

Welcome, adventurer. The second book of the Blue Triangle Trilogy has finally opened to welcome you back into the world of Earthos. In this book, your journey will continue with King Arth Aragon, Sir Kael Denvorn, and an added narrative from Tristan McGarth's Point of View. You shall not only explore the country of Glacia deeper ... but you shall also travel back into the Underworld ... sail over the western seas ... step into foreign country lands ... and enter the world of dragons.

He gazed at me, he was perplexed. "Where is this question coming from, of course, you should know I am damn attracted to you, from day one at that library, you snatched my breath away and somehow you haven't given it back to me, till now," I was blushing, my cheeks turned pink, and I flustered in shame. Why does his words sound like rhythm to my ears and birds to the sound of my whisper?

I felt my knees weaken . Room 508. The wrong room. She'd planned this. She wanted to set me up. Her legs began shaking mysteriously. Her plan to ruin me had backfired. She had tried to destroy me out of spite, jealous of her innocence, and my refusal to participate in her Friday-night escort scheme. But instead of sending me into scandal, she had accidentally placed me in the arms of a man powerful enough to end all of them. “Get in the van—all of you!” Timothy’s voice thundered.

she whispers, sounding stunned. Atticus and I both move forward, but Atticus gets there first. The moment he too touches her head, a glowing triangle forms in the air above them, making the crowd gasp in shock. It illuminates the night sky in a brilliant golden light, all three of their eyes blazing. Atticus eyes burn green, Valerie’s turning grey and Zaia’s blaze orange, as one they turn to the triangle above them, their marks burning vibrantly. ‘The Sublime Triquetra is complete.’ An unearthly whispery voice fills the air, making everyone scan the surrounding darkness before many drop to their knees, cowering in fear.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.