Triassic Cuddle Novels & Stories

, a worried voice asked and before I could see who it was someone pulled me into a hard rock chest. I know this chest, this smell, and this voice. It was Caleb! My eyes were fixed on the fighting wolves. When did he keep pet wolves? “I am so sorry!”, he whispered making me realised I was safe now. Tears started flowing and I hugged him back. Holding him tightly and feeling safe in his embrace, I felt the electric shocks again. He tightened his arms around me and let me cry. “I was so scared!”, I whispered, and he nodded. “Of course, you were. Why would you run into the forest like this? We were all so scared.”, he scolded lightly. Maybe he was afraid to hurt me again.

Claradious, Cassandra and Mia curiously asked the Midwives chorously while looking at them inquisitively because they were totally confused. "The Baby is a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Witch, making her three supernatural species in one, hence the name "TRIBRID" the very first of her kind." The midwife replied Claradious, Cassandra and Mia warmly. "How is that possible?" Claradious asked totally bewildered while looking at Baby Angelus in shock and disbelief.

The sword was still placed close to my neck as a third figure emerged from the forest. My wolf howled mate, all three of them were my mate! And once again, I felt drawn to him. He also had a striking resemblance to the first two guys. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that all three of them were my mates! It was all surprising to me because it was unusual for a person to have three mates. He walked closer and stood beside the man who had his sword placed directly in front of my neck. “Enough!” Xeros ordered, “she is trying to help me. Alexander drop the sword and stand back”

I raise a brow and give him a smug smirk, “Like you?” He slows slightly, seeming to remember what Addie did, and a dangerous grin forms on his face, “Exactly, my queen.” He sits himself deep inside me before pulling out to the tip, “like me,” he says, before slamming back into me, causing my eyes to roll, and a long, drawn-out moan to slip past my lips. “It looks like both of us need to start watching our backs.” His fangs sink into the base of my neck, and he takes a few greedy mouthfuls of my blood before pulling away, a river of crimson dripping from his lips. “You taste fucking divine, my little tribrid.”

Damon finished, though his tone suggested I should be more worried about them than anyone else. Before I could respond, before I could beg or plead or try to run, all three brothers tilted their heads back toward the moon. Their eyes began to glow brighter, their bodies seeming to expand with barely contained power. And then they howled. The sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard, three distinct voices blending into one powerful claim that echoed through the entire forest. It spoke of possession and power and promises that made my blood sing even as my mind screamed in terror. Every wolf for miles would hear it. Every pack would know what it meant. The Blackthorne triplets had found their

“You are it.” Xanden sat up beside me, brows furrowing. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I’ve fought beside seers, priestesses, even starborn warriors. But this bond? It’s alive.” He reached for my hand. I let him take it. The moment our fingers touched, a shimmer of light spilled out—moonlight and shadow, entwined around a core of ocean-blue energy. I gasped. “Althea…” Cassian knelt in front of me, eyes locked on the magic now rising from our bond like mist. “There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.”

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."

The Voss brothers had not been silent in my presence in three years. I stayed where I was. My whole body was ringing, shaking. I knew what this was. Everyone at WhiteWood knew the legend. Everyone in every pack knew it. The triple bond was the rarest thing in recorded pack history and it hit all four wolves at the same time and the only person who could end it was the omega it chose. Now I am that omega. Thirty weeks refusal window. Their cooperation with me was the only way they survived the bond's pressure. I had the upper hand.

The air in the building instantly grew heavy, thick with a suffocating, murderous aura that made it hard to breathe. The triplets had arrived. They didn't come in their human forms. Three massive, terrifying wolves crashed through the glass ceiling, down into the center of the mall. Alaric’s huge midnight-black wolf landed first, his jaws snapping shut around the neck of a cloaked hunter before the man could even scream. A horrific crunch echoed through the wide space as he tore the man's throat completely out.

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."