Tristan Of The Round Table Novels & Stories

She was sent to kill. Instead, she might be the one destined to end it all. Lea, a top-tier assassin for the secretive High Table, has never missed a mark—until now. What was supposed to be a routine mission turns into a long-term “quest” in the quiet town of Mystique Gore, assisting a cold, commanding man in a mansion older than memory. Strange? Yes. Dangerous? Definitely. But what’s worse? The mission wasn’t for a target... it was for *her*. Marked by a power she doesn’t understand and haunted by dreams that aren’t hers, Lea finds herself entangled in a world she never believed existed—one ruled by vampires, witches, and werewolves hiding in plain sight. And at the center of it all is Ivan, the enigmatic master of the house who knows more than he says... and watches her like she’s already his. As her assassin instincts clash with ancient prophecies, forbidden truths, and a mark that binds her fate to something much bigger, Lea must uncover why the High Table sent her here—and why the supernatural world is afraid of *her*. They say she’s the beginning. They say she’s the end. They say she must die to keep the peace. But Lea doesn’t take orders. She gives them.

After working five years as Ethan Moore's ghost architect, he once again handed off the position of the project lead to someone else. As usual, he dangled the carrot in my face. “Think about the bigger picture, Arya. Just wait a little longer. Until the firm’s next round of funding, and we get listed on the stock market, I promise I’ll make you the lead architect of the next project…” When I was twenty-one, I was a fool who willingly staked everything in an uncertain future with him. Now, I am twenty-eight. Years of waiting and endless revisions of blueprints had whittled away all the love and courage I once had. I packed up my portfolio and gave up on my lifelong dream of becoming an architect in Manhattan. I gave up on him as well. I’m not waiting anymore, Ethan.

Alpha Tristan has been cursed never to find love due to his father's misdeeds. No matter how hard he tried, no one loved him including his own pack members that believed he's simply a thief, who stole the position that he was in. Frustrated and depressed, he cried out to the moon goddess to rid him of his undeserved curse and when the moon goddess finally appeared to him, she gave him a mission to go into the human world and find the one who can help him break out of his curse. He comes across Jade and Lydia; the two women with the glowing eyes. One of them has the power to break his curse and the other will cause more harm for him.

"Do you know the other reasons why I am so furious? It's not just because I saw you with Kristoffer during this late night." "I am angry, because you just fucking left me again after what had happened between us last night!" "You left me after you repeatedly begged me to fuck you harder!" Everything started to turn upsidedown when Samantha Hudson found out that her step-brother is no other than the man who took her virginity, Tristan Hilton, a billionaire who's also known for being a playboy on their city. How can they resist the forbidden desires they've been holding for each other, knowing that it'll be a kind of sin?

I never meant for this to happen, But a dream can change your point of view on everything. One night, one dream about a forbidden love and all bets were off. I tried to stay away, but the long looks he gave me from across the room went unnoticed by everyone but me. I tried to put distance between us, but it’s hard when the object of your desire sits at your family dinner table once a week.

"Will you marry my groom, Hazel?" Indy asked me. "Are you out of your mind?" "I know you love him, please marry the devil." ~~~ Hazel Evan had been in love with her best friend's hot and irresistible fiancé, Tristan Hendrix, for a few years now. Never did she expect to receive the proposal from his supposed bride, to get married to her Prince Charming. What if it turned out to be a terrible idea? What if she regretted her action? What if she had dug her own grave to hell? But wait… What if this devil actually had developed secret feelings for her? What if she was able to create a heart for herself in the ribcage of this heartless sexy devil?

I married my Don husband, Ethan Solas, because of a family arrangement. What he didn’t know was that I’d harbored a long crush on him. He, on the other hand, had never sparked any interest in me. Today marked our third anniversary. After our usual, mechanical lovemaking, Ethan rolled onto his back, leaving me staring at the ceiling. He always treated it like a duty, nothing more. Then a sudden, intrusive voice pierced my mind: “Did Vivian reach her climax? Did I do well? Is it too soon for a second round? Am I desperate? She smells so good…I just want to devour her.” I froze, eyes turned and locked on Ethan’s bare back. Had I imagined it? Or had my icy, distant husband just confessed his wild, obsessive desire for me?

My wife, Caroline Bailey, was a forensic pathologist. For her first love, Ian Lawson, she was willing to break every rule she held sacred and allowed him into the autopsy room to observe. She even let him throw acid onto a corpse's face. That was, until Caroline took on a new case. As she stood over the disfigured body on her operating table, she began to fall apart. The acid-burned face was starting to look more and more like mine.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood as his lips brushed against mine. The warmth in his eyes made butterflies swarm in my stomach, and I pushed myself up on the balls of my feet to close the distance between us. I knew he must feel the same way I did, that the feelings between us ran deeper than either of us had admitted to. "Ember?”A man's voice made me pull back, and I turned to meet Tristan's eyes…my mate's eyes. They were full of hurt and betrayal. As if he hadn't rejected me when he found out I, a lowly Omega, was his mate. I told myself to never look back, and I won't let him bring me down again, so I averted my eyes. "Ember is no longer your concern. Get lost.” Dex growled, arm around me in a possessive way. His Alpha command making Tristan grit his jaw before the wolf beside him grabbed his arm and pulled him away to prevent him from causing a scene. I pushed down the churning in my stomach and smiled up at Dex, wanting to pick up where we left off, to show him how much he meant to me… how good we could be together, but I froze as he spoke. "No one is looking now. You can take your hands off me." His words washed over me like a bucket of ice water, though they were just low enough that no one else would hear, saving me from public humiliation. Dex pulled himself from my touch, turned, and walked away. Right, I shouldn't have wanted more. I was just his fake mate and needed to remember my place.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]