The Widowmaker's Triplets Novels & Stories

Either he knows the true reason behind all that unwanted senseless death or there is a whole other reason I don’t know of. “I...heard some parts of it. Why?” “Okay, there’s this person who was a tri-brid.” “A tri-brid? You mean..?” “A werewolf, vampire, and a witch.” “Wait, do they ever existed?” “They did. So, there was an entire clan of tri-brids in the late 19’s. But since they were so powerful and they could literally manipulate, torture or use the other clans, every creature was at their lowest. Because they misused their powers terribly.”

She was the Syndicate’s event planner, a woman obsessed with the triplets and terrified of anything that threatened her control. “I was finishing the data sets Julian Haven assigned,” I lied, stepping around her. “You were supposed to be under the War Council table prepping the door-prize trackers!” she hissed. “You’re late, you’re useless, and—what is on your face?” Before I could answer, the rumble of three distinct engines vibrated through the floorboards. The triplets were back. Their father, Oman “Mao” Moretti, and his wife Castalia were still out finalizing the high-tech shipments for the gala, leaving the house under the temporary command of the brothers.

ONLY FOR NATE! Was this teenage hormones? Was it just me? No, no no. It was them! Maybe if I had my wolf I wouldn’t be lusting after another male. But right now this was a completely impossible situation!! “Hey I want you to meet the Black triplets. They’re mated to Ridge’s sister,” she said, running his fingers through my hair. Triplets!!! Goddess help me.

“Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess...” “Yes, yes, yes. Where the moon is three, two will come, blah, blah, blah. We've already done this” I snapped at him, becoming more and more frustrated. “Yes, two will come. Two Mates. One weak, that Gunner. One strong, that Galterio. Triplí Theá must choose one and kill the other”. Cleo growled and looked up over at me. Hina also turned to look at me now. All of them waiting and watching for me to react. Two Mates. Kill Gunner. This idiot has been hitting that Kool-Aid too hard. I blinked my eyes and laughed.

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

I was now a successful doctor, a testament to the power of perseverance and the belief in oneself. But my journey of triumph didn't end there. Alongside my professional accomplishments, I held another precious treasure close to my heart. The triplets, my boys, were a blessing that came unexpectedly but brought immeasurable joy. They represented the love and newfound happiness that blossomed when I chose to forge my own path.

CHASING WOLFE: Twins For The Coldhearted CEO SAVING WOLFE: BODYGUARD ROMANCE RUINING WOLFE: Contract Marriage With A Fake Billionaire Guess which one of the triplets owns each title? Anyway, thank you for this sweet journey. I love you all so much. Don't forget to check out my other works. DEMOTED TO AN OMEGA (Completed) Alpha’s Slut Mate (Completed) MATED TO THE ALPHA CALLED LEGEND (ongoing, to be completed soon) I MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX BY MISTAKE (Ongoing) ZEBULUN: THE CURSED ALPHA PRINCE.

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.

my voice admits with a soft sigh, my fingers smoothing the fur blanket. Then Blossom’s eyes turn a bit serious in the firelight, her voice dropping lower as she asks, “The elders always say that giving birth to triplets is like a female wolf’s terrifying trial by fire and blood. Was the pain truly agonizing when your womb ripped open to let them out, Sandra?”

As if living in the pack house was not enough. “Nothing special. Except she looks weak, extremely weak. Don’t tell me, you feel threatened by her?” she inquired. “Don’t make dumb jokes. I don’t feel threatened by anyone, let alone an omega wench who’s almost human-like,” I fired back. “The triplets are our mates. We were specially mated to them by the moon goddess. The spot next to them is yours and only yours. Anyone who comes in our way must be eliminated. Never forget that,” she warned strongly. Just what I wanted. She was the best person to speak to as usual.