Tristan Liones Rising Impact Novels & Stories

He met Teressa’s eyes, weighing his words carefully. “The kingdom is quieter than it was, mother-in-law,” Tristan began, his voice steady but laced with underlying tension. “But King Lucian’s search continues, though his efforts have grown more discreet. He’s determined, but his focus has shifted to other matters. For now, Liam is safe, hidden from his reach.” Tristan’s words were intended to reassure her, but they also hid the truth—Lucian’s desire for vengeance had not diminished, only altered in form.

“We’re trying. It’s… buried.” “Everything leaves a trail,” Tristan said coldly. “Find it.” The assistant nodded and stepped back. But Tristan didn’t move. His eyes remained on the screen. A small entity. No public presence. No obvious influence. And yet— It reached EastBridge. And EastBridge reacted. Not slowly. Not cautiously. Immediately. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t market behavior. That was… Influence. His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, irritation already rising—until he saw the name.

Selene "Are you sure this will work?" Zayn asked, breaking the silence that had followed us in. We had just gotten back to the new lodge. One that will be easier for us to get to the sorcerer place. Which is still a bit far miles. Tristan, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, exhaled slowly. "I've thought about it," he muttered. "And I think this is the only way out." His jaw tightened, his gaze shifting toward me before dropping to the floor. "But the only thing that baffles me is Liora's own. How is that even possible?"

Indeed Luna Ophelia and Karl were right when they said he was a fighter. The doctor had told Luna Ophelia that she wasn't sure if Zade would survive the attack, but he did. He survived. He was indeed a strong man. I can't help but appreciate the moon goddess for listening to my cries. Ever since my time in Axel's pack when she didn't bless my womb with any child, I have decided to stop putting my trust in her, because she was always fond of betraying me. But from now on, I think I've found a solid reason to believe in her. At least she answered my plea this time when I called. That's more than enough reason to trust in her again.

Kayson asked, “Will you keep making up lies?” Tristan’s expression changed drastically. At that very moment, he stopped struggling and glared at Kayson with a ferocious gaze. “So what if I did order someone to do that? I’m warning you to free me now and bow down to me. Then, I may spare you. “Otherwise, just wait for me to get revenge. I have an influential figure backing me up!” Kayson said curiously upon hearing that, “Who’s your backer?” Tristan said with a proud tone and a look of contempt on his face, “You’ll be petrified to death if I tell you.”

I was never going to be a great warrior, but at least now I could hold my own without needing to rely on my powers. “Thanks, Tristan. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you.” I smiled. “We’ve both come a long way since Blood Moon.” It was hard not to think about that place, considering we’d be going there in less than three days. He met my eyes, guilt clear in his. “I still wish I’d been able to do more for you, more for all the omegas there, than I did. But I’m grateful for the opportunity to serve you here, Luna. I wake up with a sense of purpose every day, and that’s more than I can say for a lot of people.”

*CORA* Tristan walked up to me and glanced at me. Without saying anything,he suddenly drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. Confused,I asked."Are you showing me how good you can drink?" I was still mad at him for forcing me here.I was going to have so much fun with Dylan. Tristan didn't show any other expression on his face as if he was used to my cold attitude now. "My wife, do you know how important your image is?This is the image of the Godoy group."After that,he slung me a look of disgust.

No gods whispering through the trees. Just ash, and the cold weight of what had been lost. Lyon’s name was never spoken loudly. It wasn’t shouted in battle cries or whispered in prayers. Instead, it was murmured in the night light of campfires, in the silent spaces of dreams. The wolves didn’t mourn him like a child. They honored him like a force. A reckoning. And Tristan, hadn’t spoken a word in hours after his return. He lay wrapped in furs in the healers den, he was pale, thinner. His breathing was very shallow but he was alive, he was barely held to the world by threads that seemed too fragile to hold him.

he said reassuringly. “B-But—” “I'm a prince and a half-breed, Sidrich. I could take them down easily. Do you trust me?” I took a deep breath and sent him a worried look. “M-Make sure to keep safe, alright?” “I will.” With a nod, he disappeared in front of me. I gasped when a rogue suddenly fell and die before I could even bat an eye. Rogues are alerted, they begin attacking Alastair, but fortunately, they are not able to catch up with his speed. The ten other wolves on my back tried to attack me, but before they could even take a single strand of my hair, Alastair came and stopped them.

"W…w…what do you mean they are gone? T…t…they had promised me they would c…c…come back soon." "T…t…they are n…n…not coming back, Triston. They are n…n…never coming back." "NO… I don't believe it. T…t…they c…c… can't leave me. They p…p…promised," screamed Triston. Tears started pouring down his eyes, and he seemed to be in a panic. Reese tried to hug him and calm him, but Triston was pushing him away. "They a…a…are not g...g…g…gone. Y…y…you are lying." Triston was crying and screaming and slowly lost consciousness.