Triangles Novels & Stories

Reason for Trist's forehead to frown. "I know she can see something, but she's not the only one with a third eye here!" Trist snapped. "Clement, tell me are you backing out of the game?" Seriously a sequel to it. "How can I not, Trist?" Clement's eyes narrowed. "Like George said, it's like I'd betrayed our friendship if I did that thing." It insists. "It's good that you know the possible consequences. I'm not dead yet so you won't be punished for the plans you're thinking of. Clement, give me a reason why you would do the thing you might regret later?" Trist asked seriously.

“This isn’t funny, Nina. Help me calm him down.” Nina was quiet for a minute before speaking up. “Deacon is livid, and I don’t blame him. Don’t think I can’t feel the feelings you have for Isaiah. We need to nip that in the bud. I would rather not be a part of another love triangle. Though, I would be better at.” I laughed, agreeing with her statement, but this wasn’t a love triangle. True, I love Isaiah, but it’s different from what I feel for James. With James, it came with ease, like breathing. Whereas Isaiah’s came with a lot of complications and trials.

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.

Of course, he wouldn't know who triangles are. "Why did you ask?" He asked and I licked my dried lips. "Um... Sebastian thinks that I work under them." I said and he chuckled. "That boy is nuts.... but he is clever." He said and I raised my brows at him. Clever? He is a total fool. Triangles are literally making a fool out of him. "Triangles are the biggest rivals of the scars...I don't know why but there must be something strong to put them against each other." He said and I nodded.

"One wrong calculation and the hull shears in half." "I don't make wrong calculations, Caleb," I replied, locking my eyes with his. The sheer, terrifying adrenaline of the impending battle, the proximity of our enemies, and the absolute certainty of what we were about to do sent a sudden, violent wave of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my womb. The triplets felt it too. The atmosphere inside the tight, blue-lit tactical room dropped in pressure, thick with a dark, suffocating wave of collective lust that made my breathing instantly turn shallow.

He's dangerous and plans to visit my pack within the week to broker a pact with a neighboring pack, and we fear he intends to spread his hateful ideology. If he attacks us over the existence of trios, he’ll target your pack next. We seek an alliance with you, believing it's our only chance for survival. Enclosed is my business card. Please call at your earliest convenience. It’s the will of the Mother Goddess that the trios return, and those opposing this stand against Her. I await your response, —Alpha Zakary Loup — When I finish reading, silence fills the room. Shock, hope, and apprehension ripple through our shared bond. Declan’s eyes flicker between their normal brown and the Goddess’s m

Madeline's eyes flickered to Trevon standing in the doorway. Her expression froze briefly before calmly looking away, pretending she had not seen him. Her reddened cheek was briefly visible. Trevon's grip on his bag tightened. He marched over to Madeline, and after a quick scan to confirm that the swelling on her face was the only injury, he asked icily, "Madeline, just how many enemies have you made?" Madeline shot him a withering look. "Who could I possibly offend? I simply don't get along with the Gibsons, that's all."

The triangle of us flows in perfect rhythm, pulse steady, energy aligned, protective and strong. We move together as one, subtle yet deliberate, chest pressing, hands brushing, energy flowing through each careful motion. The child nudges gently, pulse syncing with ours. The world threads subtly with our energy, aligning quietly. Trust, protection, authority, and calm dominance radiate outward. Every press, brush, and shift threads connection and rhythm through the triangle of us, steady, aligned, and protective.

So I’m a witch at the moment. I don’t know why but since I found out I’m not only a werewolf I can’t seem to have the presence of more than one power. If I’m a witch then no one can sense the werewolf and vampire within me and I also can’t use their powers, which also goes to any power I have at the moment. Aron said I’m the first encounter he has with a tribrid so he is not sure if I have an issue with my core or this is just what all tribid deals with. I know for sure that hybrid can use both of their power.

Hello everyone, I wanted to update everyone regarding my plans for the Tribe series. Firstly, I do wholeheartedly and sincerely apologize for this, as I know I said something previously and I got everyone excited - thank you so very much for that. However, I have decided to pause book 8 and go back in order to do it justice, not only for the series and myself but, more importantly, for you, the readers.