Tris Prior Novels & Stories

He knelt on one knee and used the mouth of his sword as the other. “You called for me, your highness.” he said with his head bowed in his position. Trevor looked at him and ordered him to stand. He had met with the moon goddess again the other night and she had told him he had to meet with the other pack within three days. He looked at the guards that were in their guard stance and signaled with his eyes for them to leave the room for he and Malcolm. He stood up from where he was seated after the guards walled out. Trevor started pacing back and forth, thinking of what he can do on the issue.

she said. "Just trust me." The word perfect did not sound right to me. I looked like I was trying too hard to fit in. The dress was too small and too short. I did not have any other choice. All I had were servant clothes and hand-me-downs that made me look poor and the worst part was that I didn’t even have money to get new dresses. Maddison reminded me of the rules. "Remember, do not go near the triplets. They do not like people in their space. Do not look them in the eye. Do not talk to them unless they talk to you first.. Please do not embarrass me."

“Maybe not. But you were a part of this mess. And as a member of this pack, you answer to me.” He exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re all on probation for thirty days. That means you’ll all be closely monitored. No going out without supervision, no fights, and no drama. One mistake and you’re done. Do I make myself clear?” No one spoke, but we all nodded. “Get out.” The triplets walked me back to my room silently, and for a moment, I thought they might finally say something, anything even. But they just left.

To dispel the anxious atmosphere, Gloria jokingly chimed in, "You'll definitely be the most adorable wolves ever!" *** My life has been completely turned upside down and chaotic for the last three days. The curse struck my triplets once more, bringing them down. Although they were slowly showing recovery from the side effects, it still kept me on my toes. I marched in the packhouse with the cotton wadding writhing in my chest as the cloudless noon sky at the end of the month greeted me. I canceled all of Rose, Jasmine, and Violet's classes this morning so they could rest until they felt better.

If this was what it took for me to survive this new life, I would accept it with gratitude. Standing at the center of the garage was the triplets, wearing their navy blue uniforms. I couldn't help but notice how different they looked. They seemed more human. Still, there were hints of their wolf heritage—the sharpness of their gazes, their upright posture, and their wild manes of hair—that were impossible to hide. It was just softened by the navy blue and gray of their uniforms. "I will remind you again not to test their patience. They are Alphas, expected to take over for their father when the time comes. You do not want to cross them." Her voice was crisp and authoritative as she spoke, an

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

By the time I stepped out of my in-built closet, dressed for school, someone was already in my room. One of the triplets stood there holding a tray of breakfast. “Good morning,” he said. Riven. I didn’t even need to look twice. The tone gave him away. Authoritative. Slightly restrained. There was a quiet satisfaction in knowing I could finally tell them apart. Not by their faces, but by their presence. “I could have gone to the dining room and eaten myself,” I said. “I just…” he started. “Okay, cut the bullshit. What do you guys want?” I asked.

"Mr. Woods, please follow me behind, I've already arranged an VIP suite for you, so you could relaxed without any disturbances." "Allow me to introduce my self. I'm the General Manager of this resort. I'm Maxx Travis" the one who is in charged here." "Ahh, is that so? Nice meeting you then Mr. Maxx!" Jate replied, Angela's gazed turned to her husband when she suddenly heard again a "VIP suite?" Are all his friends really an important and influencial people? Her gazed was like a needle piercing Jate's skin. "Nah. Lets talk about it later when we get there" he grabbed her cold sweaty palm. He felt that his wife was curious and nervous.

She asks and I just nod with a smile, she looks at me for a while as if contemplating to believe me or not but I think she settles with the former. "Where's Tris"? She asks and I just look back down at my computer. "He went for a meeting" I mutter out and she sighs out before dropping the folder in front of me "I need his signature on this, can you hold on to it till he comes back so he can just sign it for me"? She asks and I nod before taking it from her "Thank you Rissa, you're a life saver" she says with a smile before standing up, she makes to walk out but stop halfway

Rose Sinclair; After my last encounter with Trix, we barely spoke or even saw each other. Instead, she sent her new Tier One minions to deliver her threats from a distance. But one fateful day, I decided I’d had enough. Her madness had gone unchecked for too long, and it was time to do something about it. That decision came right after our usual jogging routine—something I can proudly say I’ve improved in. At least now, I run faster than most Tier One trainees.