Trinity Bandit Novels & Stories

“ Alpha Tristan… there’s a place for you here. If you choose it. Not because you owe me. But because you believe in this.” He nods, jaw tight. “I do.” That settles it. Mid-afternoon The first battle. A scout returns, panting. “Bandits—about fifty. Coming from the south. They’ll hit the supply wagons.” I steel myself. “Then we’ll teach them why we don’t raid Bloodborn.” We assemble quickly. Warriors line up—trenchant lines of rogue blades and Lycan steel. I glance at Alpha Tristan. “Lead the flank.” He arms himself. “As you command.”

All the mediums to provide light were off , in order to buy as much time as possible. Soon the footsteps running towards us were heard . And the adrenaline in the body picked up rushing with the blood in veins. We heard Abir through mindlink informing us about the number of enemy being 100 and the details about the weapon they carried and soon the hell broke out . ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× FLASHBACK OVER

Finrir mind-links back, "I'm here. I would never leave you, Tritan. We're a team, remember?" Tritan nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as Finrir's words sink in. He knows he can trust Finrir, that they are bonded not just by love but by a deep understanding of each other. Finrir's keen eyes scan their surroundings, and he gently takes Tritan's hand, guiding him back towards the rest of the group.

“Babe, are you sure you’re alright? My mom said you seemed a little out of it and jittery after Chad’s stupid attempt to get into the palace. I still don’t know why he did that, but I’m sorry my idiot friend scared you.” Trinity wiggles further under the covers , and her sweet voice eases my nerves. “I’m fine. After the attack, I’m a little more jumpy than normal. As time goes on, I’m sure I won’t be so bad. If I’m in a battle, I can’t let loud noises startle me. It could be the difference between winning and losing.”

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.

My voice was a dry rasp. "Safe. My family owns the hockey franchise in this city; nobody looks for a missing Luna in a sports town," Damien said, handing me a glass of water. "I’ve scrubbed your trail. Focus on the pup. We’ll handle the pack politics later." I sipped the water, the coolness hitting my parched throat. "Thank you, Damien. I don’t know how to repay this." "Actually," Damien started, his tone turning cautious. "About Tristan... he’s tearing the Cheshire Territory apart. He thinks you’re dead, but he’s hunting Ryder like a demon."

Oh, not now! The vampires were known for their thirst to be superior. They had always wanted to be in charge. I knew their need for control would pose a problem to us. The door of the council room was flung open, and a huge looking man walked in. Ryan. That was him. I recognized him. There were two other men behind him, whom I figured were his Beta and Gamma. "His nature did." He said, walking towards Logan. "He is a tribrid king. Part vampire, part werewolf, and part witch. Who else is better to lead us in this war, than him?" Ryan asked Ares, while taking a seat next to Heather. "If anyone of you is as strong and efficient in battle, by all means, step forward."

Not for me As I step out into the cool air, I send a quick text to Cassain, just to let him know that the problem had been dealt with. “It’s done. Trina’s out.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I didn’t need to. I had done my part. I always did. As I made my way down the street, I felt the weight of everything start to lift. The world was still turning. The wind was still blowing. Life was going onexcept now there was one less liar in it, one less threat to deal with. Trina’s death would send a ripple through Thalrion’s ’s camp. A warning. A message that there were consequences for betrayal, and even if you thought you could hide in plain sight, there was always someone watching, waiting to take

"There's a loophole. You can sever her fake bond by accepting the true trinity. Right now, all three of us. It has to be conscious." Seraphina's chanting grew louder and as she spoke, dark tendrils reached toward me. "Choose death with me, human! You don't get to have them!" I looked at Draven, then Kai, then Asher. My body shook with pain. "I didn't want it forced like this. But if it saves you, if it saves all of us... Then I accept the bonds. I accept all three of you for real. No more fear." The moment the words left my mouth, warmth flooded me. A trinity symbol burned onto my neck. They were three interlocking circles glowing with silver, gold, and gray light. It pulsed with power, push

Because that was the moment I knew the flame was no longer mine to spark. It burned on its own. Still, the war pressed closer. I could feel the vibrations worsening, and the distant howls became louder. The air above us smelled of blood and smoke. The pack was dying. Thorne's grip has slipped, and the triplets are finally fractured. And the world would soon demand her.