Tristan Liones Rising Impact Novels & Stories

There’s a saying when you can no longer feel pain, death is near. Lighting sprinted across the sky, followed by a thunder rumble. Did heaven rejoice at my death? My blood dyed the ground red and the pack members began to leave, leaving only Troy and Lydia. “You are truly merciless.” Troy pulled Lydia into his arms. Lydia smiled as she wrapped her hands around his waist. “A powerful Alpha deserves a strong Luna,” she smiled. “How did you convince the elders to go against the high priestess?” "It was easy. After all, we all hated her," Troy replied, chuckling. He glanced down at my limp

Liam saw this and interjected before another war broke out. “You’re mistaken, Lucian,” Liam said. “Trista is extremely talented. Her designs are cutting edge, elegant AND unique. And she’s the hardest worker I’ve ever known. Her position in my company has nothing to do with our previous marriage. She EARNED her position, just as she earned her own brand. If you’re too stubborn to see that, then I sincerely feel sorry for you. You’ll regret this. Because one day, Trista’s brand will be a household name. And you’ll be the man who passed her up. Is that really what you want?” Lucian thought about this for a moment. He seemed impressed by Liam’s praise of me.

Now that got my attention. I loosened my jacket slowly while walking toward him. “What happened?” Tristan practically bounced off the couch. “I did it.” I raised a brow. “Did what?” “I got on Liora’s good side.” That made me pause. “Oh really?” Tristan nodded proudly. “She trusts me now" he answered. Interesting. I walked closer slowly. “How exactly did you manage that?” I asked. A smug little smile appeared on Tristan’s face. “I cried.” I stared at him.

The elevator doors slid open ahead of me, and Tristan stepped out with that calculated calm expression he always wore, as if the world bent around him and not the other way around. And he froze when he saw me. “Cassian,” he said coolly. “I didn’t invite you here.” “You don’t have to invite me,” I snapped. “We need to talk.” His jaw worked once. “We have nothing to discuss.” “Oh, we do.” I stepped closer. “Stay away from Liana. You’re using her.” A murmur rippled through the lobby. Phones came out. Cameras activated. Tristan tilted his head slowly, dangerously. “Funny,” he said softly, “coming from the man who threw her in prison.”

I look up at Luis and see it is him with his arm on my back "yeah, uhm Tristan is my ex, and well..." "Oh, he wants you back. You mean to tell me the Livingstons are the people you were telling me about?" I nod my head "this is going to be just great?" "Why, if this bother's you we can leave." "No, it's ok. It is just they all just found out what really happened and well..." "They want back into your life." "Yep." "Well too bad." I look at Luis and didn't realize Tristan had walked up with our drinks "because I never got my shot in High School because you were too broken and well now that I have my chance I don't care who I have to compete against you are worth it."

Seraphina slammed her phone onto the mahogany dining table, the screen cracking under the force of her grip. "Why is he with Lucien Varkane? Why is he looking at him like that?" Tristan didn't answer immediately. He was staring at the photo, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles were jumping. The sight of me—the man he’d discarded like a broken tool—sitting at the right hand of the most powerful Alpha in the Nightfall Territory was a humiliation he couldn't swallow. "It’s just a play for attention, Lise," Tristan spat, though his eyes were cold with doubt. "Xender knows we’re watching. He’s using Varkane to get back at me."

Damien was the youngest at twenty-five, built like a linebacker, quiet but with intense green eyes that always seemed to see right through me. “Goddamn,” Louis said, circling me. “Look at her. Tied up like a proper family fucktoy.” Damien didn’t speak. He just reached under me and squeezed one of my hanging tits, pinching the nipple until I gasped. Tristan unzipped his pants. I felt the thick, hot head of his cock nudge against my pussy lips. He was huge—long and girthy. Without warning he slammed in balls-deep in one brutal thrust. I cried out as he stretched me open, my walls clenching around the invasion.

Sarah was crying beside me, Orion was yelling something that might have been words, and Derek was just standing there shaking his head, a huge grin on his face. Tristan had won. He'd won against six riders who'd worked together to take him down, had survived attempts that should have killed him, and he'd done it while riding more carefully than he ever had in his life, holding back because somewhere in his mind he was thinking about the babies, about me, about the future we were building. "He did it," I said, and my voice broke. "He actually did it." "Never doubted him for a second," Orion said, but his voice was shaky too, giving away his relief.

But now wasn’t the time. Liam pulled out a chair for me, his hand brushing my shoulder as I sat. The touch was brief, but it grounded me. The other chairs filled quickly. Luke called the room to order, and the chatter died. “Tristan’s information checked out,” Liam began, reiterating the same thing he'd told me earlier. His voice carried across the room. He stood at the head of the table, every inch the Alpha King. “Satellite imagery confirms a structure in the mountains consistent with what he described.”

The girl could suffer terrible fates in the hands of that animal, and they wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Anatoly made a sound in his throat. “Do you know what a wedding like that would do for them?” Tristan Gomez was known for many things: the insane amount of money and resources he controlled, his brutality in the business sector and in everything else, and his obsession with Tequila and strip clubs. He was as profane as he waspowerful and as smart as he was vicious. In summary, Tristan Gomez was a dangerous man—but not as dangerous as me. So, I knew what a wedding like that could do for them: a boost in their rank, reinforcement of more men added to their workforce, and a longer stretch of auth