Tristan Wren Novels & Stories

The male said. “And I.” The female said. “State your name and position in the coven!” Vandal snapped. “I am Crater. I am a knight of the third order,” Crater stated as he kneeled down on one knee. “I am Sinna and I am a knight of the forth order.” Sinna said as she also took a knee. “Explain how a prisoner, who is charged with treason, was able to escape your guard?” Vandal asked. His voice was laced with ice.

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."

"I have several high-priority meetings scheduled outside the pack territory today, and I’m not entirely sure I’ll be back before nightfall. Under different circumstances, I would have asked you to accompany me, but I can't risk anyone from the Crescent Moon pack spotting you and reporting back to Alpha Rune." He stood up then, and without a shred of modesty, he undressed completely right in front of me before heading toward the en-suite bathroom. I tried my absolute best not to stare, but it was physically impossible to look away from him. His giant, muscular frame was imposing, and I couldn't help but notice his semi-erect state as he moved. Tristan was exceptionally well-built and clearly

They left the ruined foundation on the third morning. Nine wolves now — two more had arrived in the days before departure, drawn by the same borderland telegraph that had brought the others. A young male named Cade, seventeen and freshly exiled, still carrying the particular hollowness of someone who hadn't yet decided whether surviving was worth the effort. And an older female, grey-muzzled and deliberate, who introduced herself as Wren and offered no explanation for her presence beyond: "I heard there was something being built. I know how to build things."

Saoirse caught him, lowering him to the gravel. Silence returned to the tunnel, broken only by the sizzling of Crawler flesh. Garrick stood up slowly. He looked at the carnage. Dozens of dead monsters. He looked at Jora’s body. Then he looked at Tristan, who was shaking violently in Saoirse’s arms. "Iron and Gods," Garrick whispered. "What are you?" Tristan looked up. His nose was bleeding. His eyes were fully violet, glowing in the dark. "I am the storm," Tristan croaked, a delirious smile touching his lips. Then his eyes rolled back, and he slumped against Saoirse’s chest.

Zanthus nodded urging him to continue. "Tristan was an Alpha under your rule, Alpha of Sloane moon pack, and that's how we got acquainted to the whole mating traditions, we couldn't say no and go against a stronger creature, however he was a really good and caring man, we saw that he was our daughter's happiness, after a year from their encounter, marriage, mating whatever you would like to call it, they brought Wren to life, it was the happiest moment in our lives, we lived in the pack with our daughter, and we saw how happy she was, she was shining next to her mate, things were going smooth, Wren aged beautifully and so did Adeena." Jack started crying unable to continue, his wife held his

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

Tristan nodded and put out a solemn expression that wanted to instill confidence unto others. Alas, what was really happening inside the storage ring of Warren was whole nother matter entirely. “TRISTAN! HELP!!!” This was Warren’s voice and it was pretty certain that he was in full panic mode right now. No matter how fast he ran, there were big reptilian monsters that gained speed on him with every passing breath. “BOOM!” The lands cracked and a new bout of screaming followed into motion. * * * “Well, that was fun.” Tristan commented after the day ended well for everybody. His father Warren got out after one hour of exercise and he did not look depressed or abused at all.

Females are all the same no matter what rank they are. Anger, frustration, and concern flow through me as Ian and I attempt to find where Wren could have gone. She has no family, that much I know unless she lied, but I know she didn’t because I looked into it. Her pack records indicate she has been an orphan since she was seven. I only recently lost my parents a few years ago. I was sad when they died. I couldn’t imagine losing them at such a young age like Wren lost hers.

We’d come home a few minutes ago, and I didn’t have the time to get out of my clothes when Wren dragged me into her bathroom and began inspecting my face. “He thought I lied about…Tristan. I didn’t like the subtle accusation.” She pauses, lifting a brow. “But did you kill him?” “Not you too,” I groan. “I mean, can you blame us? Have you met you?” “And what does that mean?” Her hands flail around as she explains. “You’re like this big, macho dude, intimidating as fuck with tattoos all over your body. Annnddd…” she pinches her lips together.