Three Sisters Island Trilogy Novels & Stories

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the promise of a better tomorrow, the three women reaffirmed their bond. They were no longer pets confined by the cruelty of their past. They were survivors, warriors, and the architects of their own future. And as they embraced this newfound freedom, they knew that their shared journey was only beginning, filled with endless possibilities and the hope for a brighter, happier life. As days turned into weeks, Kazia, Iris, and Elena found solace and strength in each other. The Silver Crest Pack welcomed them with open arms, and under the benevolent rule of King Kavan, they flourished.

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

She waved toward the beach, her smile radiant. Serena waved back, her heart warmed at the sight of the siren queen, now more human than ethereal, more friend than myth. The bond between the three women had grown over the past years, nurtured by shared battles and unwavering support. Together, they had rebuilt what was broken and created a new kind of sisterhood. “Continue your kissing,” Valerian called over his shoulder with a chuckle, trotting off with Judith in his arms toward the shallow waves where Nivera was waiting.

I said, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice, " and I am feeling so much better, thanks for asking." "You are very much welcome," she said sounding genuine, I pictured her friendly face lighting up, "I think I agree with your sister though. About the love triangle, that is." I did not know what to say in reply so I kept quiet and chewed on my lower lip. It was easy for me to be attracted to both of them because they are very attractive. They had the same features; the same beautiful almond, hazel eyes, the same full, bow-shaped pink lips, unruly brows and curly hair. They had the same tall, slight built with just enough muscle and smoky, mellifluous voice. The fact that James was brood

Grayson stepped forward and pulled Thirteen over to ask her, “What did you see when you went in, Thirteen?” Thirteen said, “I can’t tell you.” Afterward, she did a smooth exit. Grayson was fuming. “Is she putting her guard up against us? That silly girl is disloyal.” On the way back, Grayson and the others ran into a few bizarre villagers. One was blind, the other was deaf, and the last had lost his tongue… The three looked similar in age and appearance, so they should be brothers from the same family. The meticulous Tempest immediately became suspicious. “I’ve never heard of there being three brothers who lost their senses in Yorks Stronghold.”

Her eyes lit up with admiration, unaware she was just another piece on my chessboard—one that wouldn’t make it out alive. "What you need is a break!" she said with a frown. "Right! We’re going to Glimside City. We’ll catch a break after that. What do you say?" she grinned, squeezing my hands. "Sure thing. A little vacation doesn’t hurt," I replied, mirroring her enthusiasm. But inside, I analyzed her every move. Was her kindness all an act? Did she intend to betray me? Or was she falling for me?

Only this time, they brought reinforcement, the third girlfriend. Lisa slammed her palm against my table. Hard. Plates rattled. I kept eating. Silence can bruise louder than a slap. “You thought you could embarrass us and get away with it?” Lisa demanded. I chewed slowly. Swallowed. Then lifted my gaze to the three of them. I let my eyes linger on the unfamiliar girl. “I see you brought an extra minion today.” The third girl blinked. “What?” Susan scoffed. “So you think you’re all that now?”

“Sienna, this is Vera, my best friend.” The words “best friend” suddenly struck me sharply. Right, he had always seen me as a best friend and a sister. It wasn’t because he was scared to risk his feelings on me and make it official—but it was because he had never seen me that way. My heart ached at the sudden realization that I’ve been foolish for holding onto hope all this time. “Hi, Sienna! I’m Vera,” forcing myself to smile and extend my hand. “Oh my! I finally met you!” she exclaimed. “My Theo has always talked about how he sees you as a sister! Right, babe?”

Alpha Blackthorne’s gaze swept the room, the bed, Rowan’s hand still at my wrist. “I told you Silver Ridge could settle its own disgrace,” he said. “I did not tell you that you were free to force my future daughter-in-law into your bed.” The room went still. “That’s impossible,” Rowan said. Blackthorne held out a document, but not to him. He gave it to Rowan’s father. The old man opened it and went gray. It was the sealed rival claim, recorded the night before. My name was on it. So was Blackthorne Pack’s.

But amidst the chaos, a deeper, more profound love blossomed, binding them together in a way they had never imagined possible. Isabella, now a teenager, embraced her role as a big sister with a maturity that belied her age. She became a second mother to the triplets, patiently helping with homework, braiding their hair, and sharing her love of music and art. She reveled in the chaos of their bustling household, finding a sense of belonging and purpose in their shared laughter and the unconditional love that permeated every corner of their home.