Trilby Novels & Stories

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.

Wiping his brow with a paint-splattered cloth he tosses it aside as he continues to scold me, “Goddesses do not experience pain! You too must be like that goddess, flawless, still, perfect!” “Oui, Monsieur, it is only that…” “Excusez-moi, Monsieur, maybe she just needs a break?” His new studio assistant, an arresting young woman wearing san-culottes, a plain white shirt, and a simple tricorn hat like any man free to roam the streets of Paris, She had beautiful flowing black hair, a small silver streak at her temple, which she kept pulled back in a tight ponytail. “Perhaps then she will be ready to be Nike once more.”

Looking over my shoulder, I glared sideways at Henry who clearly enjoyed the conversation that involved Alan. “Hello, Doctor Windsor and Doctor Smith.” Doctor Merch’s voice rang in my ears. Doctor Smith felt foreign to my ears as I was always used to calling him Henry. “Do you mind if I borrow Doctor Degrassee?” “No, of course not.” Henry replied again. Now he seemed eager to get rid of him. “Thank you.” She said, pushing her black hair behind as she tucked the strand behind her ear. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I had ever met and like everyone believed, she did age fine like a wine.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Hyacinth I was playing a dangerous game. Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name. Something we couldn’t stop. The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.

Her voice sounded confident. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Trish asked, and my eyes darted from Trish to Cirilla. She smiled, before she could speak Lyra chuckled."Obviously," Cirilla smiled, "Yes, I do," She said, nodding. Her answer sent a jolt of emotions charging through me. I had no idea Cirilla had a boyfriend. There was an unfamiliar pain stroking my chest. I took a seat beside Stefan and Wren, who weren't playing. Cory spun the bottle again, and it landed on Dorian this time.

I turned back around to meet someone sitting beside him on the bed with a dagger to his neck. “How do you think poor Raid will feel when he finds out that you are fucking someone else?” The strange woman said. She appeared genuinely concerned – a look that was unsettling. “Who are you?” “She's from the Underground Business Council,” Triscade answered as she pressed the dagger to his neck. She was like a ghost– no scent, no noise. My eyes were the only senses that could notice her. “What do you want?” “You have been summoned, Salavatore,” She replied with a creepy smile.

“Yes, Godmother.” Delinda squints, despite the dark. Godmother? Delinda spent years studying Tristan’s organization. She knew his captains, his territories, his routines. But this woman? She’d never seen her before. Sashaying in, eyes calm, carrying a food tray, Delinda assumes it’s for her. “I’m Lydia.” The woman’s eyes flick to the stone in Delinda’s fist. She smiles coldly. “You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?”

the blond wolf queried, and alarm made my heart cease up when I saw the thin sheen of sweat beading her forehead and the way her thick blond brows had drawn together in concentration. The wine flute fell from her hands to shatter noisily on the floor, sending shrapnel flying with a dramatic burst. “I…I don't feel so good,” Triel wheezed, stumbling back before Caius’ strong arms shot out to catch her and his worried gaze met mine. Indeed, quite the hero I had on my hands, wasn't he? “Cut it out, Triel, for fucks sake, its just us now, there’s no need for your theatrics—” I growled, tearing my fingers through my hair as the music reached a crescendo.

Yes—my love. He was Skyler, the pen pal from all those years ago. Before I left Aokyle City for good, I used a few discreet channels to track him down. His name was Adrian Colby. He was gentle, kind, and deeply talented. An independent architect with a quiet soul. By sheer coincidence, he'd once been Darren's junior in their school's literature club, known for his beautiful writing. It was Darren who, after stumbling upon one of his letters to me, discovered he was Skyler.