Tristan Wren Novels & Stories

His presence was not loud, but it demanded silence. When his gaze finally found us, he took a slow step forward. “So this,” he said, voice deep, smooth, carrying easily over the sound of the rain, “is the Red Fang Pack.” I did not move. “It is.” He studied me, his expression unreadable. “I am Tristan and I’ve heard much of you in recent moons,” he said, walking slowly along the yard. “Whispers reach even the crown, about a pack reborn, a war fought between shadows, and a lady who stands where most men have fallen.”

The two who gave me the medication to help Seb so we could make it back to his pack. Sebastian growls angrily. But the man keeps his eyes trained on me. I press my free hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and he visibly relaxes as I move around him. “They aren’t an enemy, Seb.” “How do you know?” He asks. “Because they have helped me before, helped us,” I say, tilting my head, watching the rogue before me. “My name is Wren.” I offer, stepping in front of the mountain of a man protecting me. “We have heard about you.” He says with a smirk. “We didn’t mean to startle you all. When we saw you tearing through the lands in a vehicle, we had to follow.”

Wren might be a little rash, but he had a good head on his shoulders. He immediately knew what Travis was planning. Wren calmly took a sip of the Divine Blood Tea, which was specially refined by the Divine Blood Sect. He savored it before replying, "Oh? Something fishy? Tell me about it." Travis looked at Wren, who was always rash and in a haste, suddenly putting up a gentlemanly act and sipping tea before giving him a reply. Travis found this strange, however, he could not put his finger on it. Travis forced an answer, "I suspect that they're pretending to be geniuses to try and get into the Light Divine Holy Land as spies."

I shifted at once and walked with purpose towards them, “Tristen what the fuck are you doing?” He spun around looking at me and Sasha laughed, “oh, you don’t get this one, he’s, my mate.” My eyes widened at her as shock waves ran through me, suddenly men emerged from the dungeon and several from around the out buildings. Christov was still in wolf form, he stood in front of me growling. I shook my head at Tristen, “your father and mother are going to be so disappointed in you.” He stood tall, “why, she’s my mate,” he shrugs, “that’s all that matters.”

The air smelled different here—older, less marked by pack scent, almost wild in a way that made Wren's wolf lift its head with something like curiosity. The warriors who flanked them were ten of Cain's best. She had been learning their names over the past weeks. Kellian, who sparred with her every morning and had stopped being gentle about it. Drace, the tallest of them, who had been one of the first to guard the medical station and who nodded to her now with the particular respect of someone who remembered being carried in. Others she knew less well—serious faces, capable hands, the kind of quiet professionalism that came from years of doing dangerous work without complaint. There was Mara,

Wren told her through clenched teeth, which were not only clenched because of her attitude toward Lindsay but because she is the only one who ever called him by his full name, Wrenfield, which he hated. “There is nothing in that county except the military base and trees, so really, what does she have to do? What is the hardest thing she has to do, chase a cow out of the road or help a farmer find a lost dog? You work on the base for the government, so I am sure you do five times the work she does.”

I ask referring to Wilson but I don't want to mention his name. "Who?" Tristan averted his gaze from the laptop finally looking at my face, "Your cousin" I replied as he stare at me for what seems like a while and diverted his attention back to the laptop, "He runs his father's company KT Corp" Wait a minute that's the company Gregory stole from and Wilson would likely be friends with him or the opposite I don't really think that's a good idea giving the fact that Wilson will do anything to bring Tristan down, Now I see where the competition was coming from they were friends until the world of business drifted them apart.

he said reassuringly. “B-But—” “I'm a prince and a half-breed, Sidrich. I could take them down easily. Do you trust me?” I took a deep breath and sent him a worried look. “M-Make sure to keep safe, alright?” “I will.” With a nod, he disappeared in front of me. I gasped when a rogue suddenly fell and die before I could even bat an eye. Rogues are alerted, they begin attacking Alastair, but fortunately, they are not able to catch up with his speed. The ten other wolves on my back tried to attack me, but before they could even take a single strand of my hair, Alastair came and stopped them.

He felt a tap on his leg and he jerked awake and looked around wondering where he was until he realized that I had fallen asleep while waiting for Abby to come back from school. "She's back young master." Warren informed me. "Come on Ren, I've told you not to call me that." He made a face. "My name's Tristan." "You're my boss's son." He said. "Doesn't stop you from calling me by my name anyway." Tristan told him. "Please." "Fine. You're the boss." Ren said. "Tristan." "That wasn't so hard was it?". He grinned at Warren making him laugh.

My wolf whimpers, curling into herself, but I stand frozen, unable to move, unable to react. Tristan straightens, his silver eyes glinting with malice. “It’s almost funny,” he continues, laughing darkly. “How desperate you must be to think I would be paired with... this.” His gaze rakes over me like I’m something disgusting. “You’re nothing, Serena but a speck of dirt beneath my feet.” He steps back, tilting his head. “Tell me, do you enjoy being rejected? Is that why you keep throwing yourself at me?” he says chuckling dryly.