Tristan Wren Novels & Stories

The silver crest of a rising wolf glints on his lapel. It is Tristan Hale. The feared executioner of the Silveroak Keep and the right hand of the high council. The three rogues whimper, crawling backward into the dark as Tristan approaches me. His sharp blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intense, predatory curiosity that cuts straight through the rain.

Athena, the servant from the Ironclaw Dominion Pack, stood before him, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Who are you?" Tristan asked gruffly, trying to hide his vulnerability. Athena's expression remained guarded. "I am Athena. And you are?" She asked him. Tristan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I am Tristan. I did not mean to trespass on your lands." Athena's eyes narrowed. "You are not from around here, are you, Tristan? Your scent is unfamiliar." Tristan's instincts flared, his hackles rising. "I am just passing through. I will not cause any trouble."

"I needed someone to stop hurting me." My chest physically hurt. Because for the first time... I understood something. Wren wasn't asking for grand gestures. She wasn't asking for protection. She wasn't asking for someone to fight her battles. She was asking for peace. And I had been the reason she never got it. Her gaze drifted toward Adrian. Then back to me. "At least when Adrian is around..." She swallowed. "I don't feel like I'm waiting for the next disaster." That one nearly brought me to my knees. Not because she chose him. Because she trusted him. Something she had never once given me. Then she stepped away.

Tristan said flatly. “Too easy,” Jim snapped. “Tell me something that no one in this room knows but me.” Tristan looked at Jim long and hard before sighing. “You are bi-sexual, but you prefer men. You have been wrestling with the idea of declaring yourself gay altogether, but are afraid of what people will think.”

So I’m a witch at the moment. I don’t know why but since I found out I’m not only a werewolf I can’t seem to have the presence of more than one power. If I’m a witch then no one can sense the werewolf and vampire within me and I also can’t use their powers, which also goes to any power I have at the moment. Aron said I’m the first encounter he has with a tribrid so he is not sure if I have an issue with my core or this is just what all tribid deals with. I know for sure that hybrid can use both of their power.

“Bella Bazin, Future Alpha. I suggest you leave my Betas alone, or get ready to fight.” Tristen scoffs. “You think you can win against me?” “Sorry to interupt, but did you hear the last name, Bazin?” Another future Alpha steps up. “Slate Conroy, Future Alpha and she has her wolf. She was born with it, so I’d back off.” “I’m 20 years old, I have my wolf,” Tristen tells us. “Fine then, you and me to first blood,” I say. Shelby- I get to come out for this one?

Perhaps she had done the right thing by sending Tristan away. Ivan persisted, "Wasn't he supposed to be with his great-grandma during the surgery? Why did he suddenly go to winter camp?" Yasmin offered a casual excuse, "He made plans with his little girlfriend. If he didn't go, he would have complained all day." Ivan raised an eyebrow. "Trist has a girlfriend?" "Well, not exactly a girlfriend. Just a playmate from Eulandia he's known since childhood. They're attending winter camp together.

Get your hands off her, Crowne, before I break your fingers right over this table!" Damien Cross roared, his inner wolf surging to the surface as his fangs fully extended, his scent filling the confined office with the raw, metallic stench of fresh blood and ozone. Tristan Crowne didn't even blink, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he slammed the heavy iron door shut behind him with a force that rattled the glass partitions of the facility. He ignored Damien entirely, his golden Alpha eyes locking onto me where I sat on the leather sofa, my fingers still trembling as I clutched the updated jersey schematics for the winter league. Before I could shift my weight to s

"That Edward, he's nothing but a homewrecker, stole my wedding right from under me! If he hadn't gotten in the way, we'd be back together by now!" I could not help but roll my eyes at his pathetic attempt. "Say one more thing about my husband, and you can kiss your life in Luminous City goodbye." Seeing I meant business, Trevin changed his tune. Tears poured down his cheeks as he wailed about how unfairly he had been treated. "Yara, you have no idea. Wren's a monster… she's not even human. She torments me every single night until I can't even recognize myself!"

Tristan said, preparing to shift . “ We need justice,you're terrorizing my pack” “ Your pack wasn't allowed on my pack grounds in the first place and you broke the rules” Tyron had already shifted, only Tristan was left now, finally he did and I gasped with shock at the sight of his wolf. A huge black and white wolf almost five times the size of Canigan and three times Orion's size. “ That's one big wolf “ I couldn't help but exclaim.. Krystal only smiled.