The Widowmaker's Triplets Novels & Stories

Words on the board swam in front of my eyes, and every sound made me tense, half expecting him to appear beside me again. The Hawthorne triplets were known for getting what they wanted, and they were known for making people regret crossing them. I told myself to stay calm, to get through the day quietly, and to leave as soon as the final bell rang. If I could just get home, I would be safe, at least for a while.

I replied and Aaron burst out laughing, cheering my idea with another clink of our bottles. Rhys screamed at our sons but the werewolves and dragons seemed to have tuned out the outside world. Only the enemy existed with them in their isolated universe. The pack members had gathered in the woods by this time except for the rest of the two sets of triplets. The Goddess knows where were they went to stir trouble. However, I had pretty much given up. I was not aware that my mate’s sperm and mine were so potent to make triplets every time we ditched the c*ndom. The three sets of triplets were only a year apart from each other and given their close ages, they seemed to create the same problems ni

There was only one werewolf in the past who used to have such terror on others and he was none other than the direct ancestor of the triplets, the same Alpha whose's mate was killed by the Omega. However, the triplets are more lethal than him, they are unstoppable, the most heartless and cruel werewolves to ever exist. They like to see bloodshed like it's a game for them, they are inhuman and monsters. Their actions are barabic and heart of stone which doesn't feel any emotion for others. It is an irony that someone as dangerous and deadly as them got mated to a fragile innocent omega. "I can't see them with s-someone else, Rain. I-I can't see them with someone else." Aurora cried her heart

“It’s a special lineage, Ava. One drop of blood from any of the triplets… it would make any wolf who ingests it almost undefeatable. It would grant incredible strength, incredible resilience. Unrivaled power.” I couldn't speak. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Undefeatable? This wasn't just about kidnapping anymore; this was about something far more sinister, far more terrifying. “But that’s not all,” Mitchell continued, her voice barely a breath. “The combination… the blood of all three triplets… it would make any wolf… immortal.”

“Maddy, feel better?” “I'll feel better when I have you back home with me.” “I want to be home with you. I love you.” I tell him with a watery smile. “I love you too, Princess.” He tells me, making my eyes well with tears. The sound of my old familiar nickname makes me nostalgic. He always had a special nickname for the three triplets. Aria was 'kid', Halona was 'squirt' and I was 'princess'. “I'm going to call Cash. We'll find a way to get you out of there. I'm on my way to Al' Sarda to be with Halona. I don't want her to be alone. But we will get you out of there, honey. Okay?”

“You’re not their father. You never were.” Michael’s jaw tightened. “Is this some kind of game? Are you just saying this to hurt me?” Rachel crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “I don’t have time for games, Michael. I’m telling you the truth because you need to hear it. The triplets aren’t yours.” Michael shook his head, his voice rising. “That doesn’t make sense. We were married, Rachel. We were together when you got pregnant!” “No, Michael,” Rachel replied, her tone icy. “We were barely together. You were too busy lying to my face and sneaking off with your secretary to notice that our marriage was already falling apart.”

But another part—the part shaped by rejection and cruelty—was screaming that this was too much, too fast, too dangerous. Alpha Ryder’s silence grew heavier. I could feel it radiating off him, the way his wolf paced beneath his skin. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and careful. “Triplets mean power,” he said. “Strong bonds. Strong bloodlines.” His gaze flicked briefly to Ryan, then back to me. “But they also mean attention. Threats. Enemies.” I knew what he wasn’t saying. Children of mine would not be invisible. Not in this pack. Not anywhere.

I yelled at her while punching the wooden wall of her house. Sophia took a quick glance at the cracked wall, then turned her gaze to me. “The three of them are no ordinary babies. Inside the triplets' bodies flows the blood of a true werewolf, vampire, and fairy. In conclusion, the triplets are tribrids,” she said with a worried-looking gaze. “Are you delirious, Sophia? I got pregnant with my ex-mate, who is an Alpha werewolf, so there's no way my triplets will be tribrids!” I laughed a little at her words.

Arthur shook his head in frustration, and suddenly, he placed his arm behind her feet and swept her off the floor, carrying her in a bridal manner. “Mr. Arthur!” She called fearfully. Arthur ignored her ranting as he climbed the stairs and headed to her room. He also ignored the prying eyes of some of the people who were in the living room, watching their little drama. “Is that his wife? How come we never heard of his wedding?” “I don’t think they are married. I guess she’s the surrogate mother of his triplets.” They gossiped. Getting into Aurora’s room, Arthur laid her on the bed and let out a deep breath afterward.

She paused for a moment to gauge the effect of her words, but I was so absorbed in their meaning, I hadn’t the ability to react in any sort of physical way. “However,” she continued, “in each of the rare documented instances of the underdeveloped ‘late triplet’—science in general had not come to the same conclusions Dr. Weiler had, writing off the abnormally long gestation periods as just that—the child had not survived. The doctor’s primary objective was to see one survive, and no ethical or moral consideration would stand in the way. As with his contemporary, Josef Mengele, the lives of his subjects were expendable, sacrifices to the end goal. The document did not go into specifics on the