Tribe Nine Ao3 Novels & Stories

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

To strengthen his claim as the heir, Kyle pushed me forward in front of all the elders, showing me off like a trophy. "Elders, this is my mate, Althea. She has been blessed with a divine gift from the Moon Goddess!" he announced, his face flushed with a manic energy. "I have died nine times, and every single time, she was the one who pulled me back from the brink of death!" "What?" "Nine times?" The hall erupted in chaos. All eyes were on me—filled with shock, greed, and a disturbing fanaticism. I wasn't a person to them. I was a rare treasure, a magical item that could grant immortality, to be used over and over.

I asked. “Close enough to trip the outer sensors,” Nathan said. “Not close enough to breach anything. Yet. That word matters.” “Who are they?” “Two unaffiliated wolves, based on the readings. Rogue, probably. The third is harder to place. Could be scouting for a pack. Could be someone working alone who heard the same rumor everyone else has heard.” “What rumor?” “That something happened to a rejected mate that shouldn’t have been possible,” Neil said. “That’s all it takes. Nobody needs the full story to want a piece of it.”

Ren cried out at the sudden emptiness and the sharp dry burn. Kai didn’t give him time to recover. He pushed the beads back in — this time to seven. Ren’s thighs shook. His hole fought every thicker bead, clenching and trying to keep them out, which only made the stretch worse. Once the seventh was inside, Kai pulled them all out again. Ren sobbed, hole fluttering open. “Again,” Kai said. He worked nine beads in this time, slow and relentless. Ren’s moans turned high and broken. When the ninth disappeared, Kai dragged the whole string out once more. Ren’s back arched hard off the bed. Precum leaked steadily around the sound in his cock.

The Stranger answered quietly, "No." "He simply chose for himself." The White Book resting inside the heart of the ancient tree slowly opened by itself. Its pages turned gently. Not from wind. From memory. One page after another revealed stories Adrian had never seen. A kingdom where no wars had ever been fought. A world where Thomas never discovered the Ninth Cipher. A future where Edward died protecting a child whose name history had forgotten. Every page carried another possibility. Every possibility had once been real. Adrian reached the final page.

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”

That confused Darryl and his expression made Master Franklin smile as he explained, "You know of the Godly Region and Ghost World, yes?" Darryl quickly nodded. The Nine Saint Oracles he met at the Nine Mainland came from the Godly Region. As for the Ghost World, Darryl was no stranger to that place either. At that time, to rule the Nine Mainland, the King of the Dead had secretly subdued the traitor Jack of the Raksasa tribe and Lord Kenny Bred of the New World. The wanton launch of war almost made a mess of the Nine Mainland.

He smiled warmly at Hector, but his eyes betrayed his nervousness. He extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Alpha Hector." Hector smiled and shook Luke's hand firmly. "The pleasure is all mine, Luke. This is Maliyla, my mate and Luna, my daughter Pethasillia, my Beta Jonathan and his mate Katia and their son Amir, and Daunte Alpha of the Onyx Fang pack and his mate Alessia."

And I had to fulfill my duty to my Alpha. She sheathed the sword and came to stand beside me. I turned and started following the river, walking speedily along the edge. We would follow the river to through to where it flowed into the forest until the point where an oak tree grows right out of the river. The oak tree was the Celtic tower. It served as another passage between the human world and the supernatural world. Through there, we would enter Kandare. I heard Blue trying to catch up behind me and slowed down.

My men had successfully cleared an opening for us amongst the entertained crowd and we were very close to reaching her and presenting our case but just before I could call out for her attention, I saw two people I did not suspect would be here approaching in fast strides. There was no running or hiding away from this because they had already seen me, so what I had been avoiding would inevitably be about to go down. One group will definitely get hurt from this ambush and it will not be me. “Alpha Hunter, we finally meet again.” Alpha Tristan called out, a wide unfriendly smile plastered on his face. By his side was his daughter my soon-to-be mated bride grinning from ear to ear, she was obvio