Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"We’re going to show him that he can't hide from the future. Oremond falls tomorrow. And then... the North." The wind rattled the windowpane, carrying the smell of coal and money. For the first time in weeks, Tristan didn't feel the hunger of the Void. He felt the hunger of the Viper. And it was ravenous. End of Chapter 31

My breath hitched in my throat, and my stomach dropped with a sickening lurch. The bustling courtyard went utterly silent, all other sounds fading into a muffled background. Every eye, it seemed, was fixed on the unfolding drama. I could feel the raw, untamed fury radiating off the Triplets like a tangible force – a low, simmering rage that vibrated in the very air around us, a silent promise of retribution.

I put on some clothes after having a shower and brushing my teeth and went for a hunt. I heard Wyatt whisper to someone to follow me to ensure I came back safe. I was too hungry to protest. I ran and ran until I smelt the blood of something sweet. I kept on running until the buffalo came into my line of vision. I crept up behind it ever so silently and when I saw the right opportunity I jumped and attacked. While I fed, I suddenly heard the cries of my mom, the shouts of my dad and the whimpers of my pack. It suddenly dawned on me that I had no one. I was all alone with only Stella.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

Chapter: 52 ****** Alpha Lysandra of the Silver Peak Pack raised her voice, her words tinged with desperation as she recounted a scarcity of food that threatened to starve her pack. "Our hunters return empty-handed, Alpha Tricc," she pleaded. "How can we ensure the survival of our kin through this harsh winter?" She turned pleading eyes toward Tricc, her features lined with pain as she awaited his response.

DAXTON My chest burned with rage and something far more dangerous...blood thirst. I could feel them watching me with expressions of disgust and disdain. Although I'd been released and cleared of the murder charge, all they saw was a monster, a cold-blooded murderer. I should be used to this by now. But their gazes always get to me every single time. It wasn't my fault I was born a tribrid. "Dax? Are you alright?" Tyrone, my zeta asked, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts. Quietly, I settled in the car, and he shut the door before sitting on the driver's seat.

I followed the familiar walkway toward the center clearing where people usually met. And as soon as I stepped into the open space, my breath caught in my throat. My mother was standing there, her fingers entangled with the fingers of the most powerful man in the pack, Alpha Nicholas Hawthorne. And just to my right were the triplets – Liam, Randy, and Carl. My heart began to pound so hard that I could hear it in my ears, and sweat broke out on my skin almost instantly. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around and run, but my feet felt rooted to the ground as fear and confusion tangled inside me.

I blubber out " why? What was wrong with me?" "Oh honey there was and is nothing wrong with you!" My dad cries trying to grab my hand. I pull it into the blanket and curl into Chris. "It's not that there is anything wrong.. it's what is right about you... you my love are a tribrid...do you have any idea what that is?" I shake my head no, I have no clue what that is. All I know is that my world has just blown to pieces and nothing about my life is real. "A tridrid is extremely rare." Dad continues "in fact it is so rare that there hasn't been one in over 3 thousand years. A tribrid is part witch, part vampire and part wolf." Dad looks at me and his face his dead serious.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.