Tristan Tales Novels & Stories

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.

But with Elias… it would be personal. Because he didn’t just betray the pack. He betrayed my mother’s trust. Her love. Her belief in loyalty. He taught me a lesson I never forgot: even the ones who stand beside you can be holding the knife. So tonight, when Mira moved through his halls with silent steps… And my wolves crept through his walls like smoke… He wouldn’t know whether death came from his front door or his past mistakes. And when it was done— When the flames swallowed the last of his cowardice—

he murmured into my hair. I turned in his hold, facing him, masks still on but identities bare. "We can't... outside this club, we're at war." "Maybe the war's what makes this real." His eyes softened, thumb tracing my jaw. "Truces can be negotiated. In bed, in boardrooms." Laughter bubbled up, unexpected. The attraction was forbidden, yes, but undeniable. Destroying him felt hollow now, replaced by a craving deeper than hate. "One night doesn't change the game."

“I have never met someone like you before. You know, with powers.” Tristan strokes her arm. “She is usually very friendly, but the last few days have been hard on her. Can you, perhaps, let us spend the night in the pack? I would have made other arrangements, but I did not plan on Sinn and the feral rogues attacking us.” “You know of Sinn?” Tristan tugs on the collar of his jacket, exposing his neck to me. Even with only the ghostly light coming from the moon, I can see a scar on it, like someone had tried to cut off his head. “Unfortunately, I was unlucky enough to meet Sinn.”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

But my hand resting against the small of his back was the only anchor keeping his wild wolf on a leash. Across the bridge, Tristan held the leather-bound Lunar Ledger over the rushing river rapids, his emerald-green eyes locked onto me with a calm, calculating triumph that turned my stomach to ice. He knew he had won this round. He had used my own mutating biology as the ultimate chess piece.

BRIELLE'S POV "You don't know what this means." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "I don't." Tristan dragged both hands down his face again. "I've only ever heard stories. Old pack legends nobody actually believed were real. If there's an answer anywhere, it's in Dad's library. He keeps everything there. Every record goes back generations." "Then let's go."

“I don’t know how to tell her. I’ve never told Kylie. In the back of my head I knew she wasn’t my mate and I never even tried to claim her. I mean can you imagine me being like oh by the way I’m a shifter and your my mate. I don’t know if you can feel it but you are.” I honestly had no clue how to tell her, I mean she wasn’t from our world, she didn’t know any of the rumors about this area. Tristan let out a breath, I didn’t expect for him to answer my question. He was a known playboy never staying with one girl more than a week or two.