Novel & Cerita Tristan Wren

"You know who Chase Roan Santi is? The Santis like Sir Strenon? Sir Strenon is Spike's cousin and the leader of the Santi's. He is The Drift's champion, rumored that he’s into Mira Zina Zenovia." Everything that Myra had to say was audible to me extremely clearly. Chase, on the other hand, was the one that drew my attention since he appeared to be following a lead. If he was sensitive to it, it's possible that he did it as well. I can retain my composure.

“Of course I will. But with me gone, Owen will become Alpha Orion’s successor. He’ll be an Alpha one day, and in reality, the people will be better with that. Why do you think that? Tristan’s brows narrowed and he remained silent for a long minute before replying, “Because he’s one of them in a way I never will be.” My gut roiled with anxiety, but I stayed silent. Exhaling a big breath, Tristan sat on the floor. “I spent too many years in the Northern region , and that left a mark. In the way I do things. In the way I talk. In the way I think. Whereas Owen is Southerner through and through, and that makes the people like him better. Lyra was correct to desire him to head the pack. I needed t

She caught him a couple of times stealing glances at her whenever she and Mika played, but that was all. Most times, Tristan just concentrated on his work. He was really decicated and was her father's favorite warrior. The older she got , the more Haven started missing all the attention she was used to receiving from Tristan. Now she was the one stalking him. Haven didn't know if it was her girly hormones, but she sometimes found herself thinking of him all the time. Tristan had grown to be one of the finest and strongest warriors of the Silver Moon Pack. He was the crush of most girls her age — including hers. Haven hated to admit it but even she started liking Tristan — no! She crushed o

If humiliation had a sound, it would be the soft, wet slap of webbed feet on Nathan’s desk. The alpha office of Ghost Whisper Pack was crowded, shoulders tight with rank and divinity, power stacking the air like storm clouds, and I, Tristan, king of werewolves, waddled in a ragged figure eight between a cold carafe of water and a stack of mission briefs. The room stank of leather, ink, wolf, and wet feathers. No matter how much I willed myself to change back into my wolfen or human form, it did not happen.

Then, to my horror, he said it. "I Derrick Stiles, alpha of the primordial wolves, hereby reject Gwen Dylan, as my mate." He declared coldly. The garden felt empty, I couldn't feel his powerful presence anymore, he had ran away. He took off, leaving me alone in the garden feeling hopeless and dejected. Tears ran down my cheek, another one trickled slowly, followed by another. Thankfully, the heavy downpour washed my tears away. I wished it could wash what I was feeling at the moment. I was always going to be a failure, no one would ever love me.

“C-Can you give me her?” I shake my head, wrap my hand around his cock, softly. If I cling too hard, he might snap. He might know it’s me. He moans through gritted teeth and looks away. His eyes shut, lips twitching. Tristan has many demons. From his childhood, his days in the church, his sister. All in one head. TanBear is a strong man. My man. He’s dripping in my hand now. Still muttering gibberish. I push him back on the sheets, part his thighs, and settle between his legs.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

The girl did not move, and it seemed that she did not even breathe. Tristan stepped forward. The leather sole of the boot was pierced by spikes. The young man clenched his teeth forcefully. He doomed Ira to terrible torment. Tristan was overcome with self-loathing. He's a monster. Unfeeling trash, unworthy of life. Thin thorns wounded my feet. What did Ira feel? Tristan shuddered. He, the noble Lord Tantario, became a ruthless beast. He turned into the same exquisite tormentor as Vragenn.

Hisses and growls filled the night and silenced the crickets and critters. Tristan let out another monstrous roar before jumping into the night sky, vanishing though not completely. The sound of his wings helped to pinpoint his location. Though with so many fighting on the ground, it was still quite a challenge. Runa regained her senses just in the knick of time to dodge another swing of the makeshift bat. Her eyes caught sight of a wing flap as Tristan crossed the moon's glowing surface, he planned to dive into the fight.

Now, everybody would think I am truly a whore. “Uriel.” I whispered. “I think we should…” “Like I told you, Alpha. I don’t want a whore.” Uriel firmly spoke out. “I can take her from Ragnulf if I want. It doesn’t matter if she is married.” “Uriel, this is—” “You said you would give me anything I want, right?” “Yes, Uriel. But you can’t take what belongs to another. She is married to the Alpha of the White Moon Pack.”