Tristan Tales Novels & Stories

I felt frozen in place, unable to move or speak. My eyes darted to the corners of the church. I could see Alana and her mother, a cruel smile playing on their lips. They have successfully gotten rid of me. I must commend her mother for being good at her games. I mean, it'll only take a perfect trickster to pull up such a game. She was a goddess in her game. Deep down, I know I'm a prisoner in the marriage. I'll have to carry my cross and pass through the walls of a painful and emotionless marriage, trapped in a marriage of no love and pain. It is my fate, I'm cursed and born this way.

I could taste his satisfaction like rot. The High Elder, a woman named Morven whose voice could flay skin, lifted the silver bowl. Inside, the Ritual of Truth swirled: water from the Moonwell, nightshade, and my own blood drawn at dawn. One sip and every lie would sear my throat like molten iron. One lie and I would choke on my own heart before I hit the ground. “Alpha Talim of Whiterod,” Morven intoned, “you are accused of defiling sacred law. Of taking an omega to your bed while bound to a Luna. Of betraying the goddess herself. Step forward and drink.”

“Tell me honestly what your dream is, Tristan. You’ve always been so focused on helping others … that you never had the time for the things you want to do for yourself.” Tristan suddenly slowed down walking, then he raised his head, letting the snowfall shower his face gently. “To travel the lands of Earthos,” he turned to Kael with hopeful eyes. “After everything is done in this village, I want to go out and experience a lot of new things. Meet new people, experience different weathers, see more kingdoms and cultures … I want to go to that dragon islands you told me … in the country of Drava … and see how dragons live.”

Tristan was yelling at his soldiers, “Search everything! Turn the whole city over! Figure out how the fuck Leah disappeared from that fucking cell! I want every last one of these traitors found and expelled!” I turned to him with a sigh, “You’re not gonna find anything. These rogues come and go without leaving a trace. They’re everywhere.” Tristan’s pride seemed to take a hit. “So from your point of view, not only am I useless at tracking Cyrus, but I can’t even figure out who’s betraying me in my own pack? I am just a big joke to you, aren’t I Evelyn?!” “Fine. Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

Tristan murmured, breaking the silence. "Not for me! I'm still a trouble maker," I laughed, but Tristan couldn't say the same. Being a prince, he had to put up the facade of being a good boy for his family's sake and that was what drifted us apart because the vibe just became different. “Where did that Stan go?” He shrugged. “He grew up, I guess.” There was a moment of awkward silence before he broke it. “won't you introduce me to your buddies?” “Right, this is my buddy Felix and his baby girl, Hela. Literally our baby girl.” I joked, pointing at Felix and Hela.

Sita's eyes grew large and shone brightly as she nodded her head. Then Mr. Shekar looked her in the eyes and asked if she would like to accompany him and his family to Europe. She would have to travel by airplane and stay with his family, away from her own, but he would teach her to paint. Sita was unsure about going with a stranger to a strange land. Sita looked towards her mother for guidance, but she was still busy packing the leftovers. “What do you want in return?" she asked, halting after every word. The stranger looked nice, but she had heard many stories about people who came with promises and took away young children. It never ended well for the poor.

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"Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!" Lucian froze for a moment, then turned his head toward the Great Elder, who was already running. Fire flared in his eyes as he picked up his broken sword and charged. Up on the wall, Victor let out an annoyed snort. "The price for ruining my plans is very high." His body blurred, and his claws came straight for my throat. He wanted to cut off the flow of life before the cleansing could be completed. My father slammed into Victor like a madman and refused to let go, even as vampire claws shredded his body. "Don't touch my daughters!"

' Diamond asks him, which Sahari and I translate at the same time. Tristan flinches at the sound of our voices, then he takes a deep breath and says, "I have ordered search after search in that cave. They have not found that beast. They found a deep tunnel, and the only thing I'm waiting for right now is where that tunnel leads to. I should be getting the report anytime tonight. I'm just...." He trails off. At that moment, he seems so small and so vulnerable, a sight I never would have expected from him.

David asked softly, his big hand stroking my hair. “More than okay,” I whispered. The guilt was there—sharp but quieter now—drowned in the overwhelming sense of connection. This wasn’t just sex. It was trust. Chosen bonds. Something raw and real in the middle of the taboo. Marcus chuckled, nuzzling my neck. “We’re not done with you two this weekend. But we would talk about boundaries in the morning.” Jordan smiled sleepily. “Best. Trip. Ever.”