Tristan Wren Novels & Stories

“Tristan, operates on something slightly different. He also conquers other smaller packs and assimilates them into West Creak but his methods tend to be more twisted. What actually insighted my hatred towards him is when we busted one of his illegal trafficking rings. One of our pack members who’d been missing for weeks was found there. She’s too broken to even function normally now.” I swallowed hard, Lucian’s words eating at my stomach. That was…genuinely disturbing. And with all that had happened, I knew it could only get worse. “Of course, that was all I needed to spark a war but the bastard denied it. Ended up falsifying evidence that she decided to join of her own volition. I mean give

At the cup on the shelf that somebody fills and empties and fills again for a person who has never once asked for it. “What was she like?” I say. “Loud,” Isen says. “God, she was loud.” And that’s what does it. Not the pull, not the story, not the price on my blood. It’s a man in a cellar using the past tense about somebody who is lying right there in front of him. I stand up. “Don’t,” Maren says sharply. “I’m not touching her.” I go to the bed and crouch beside it and put my hands flat on my own knees where everyone can see them. “Nell. My name is Wren. Apparently it isn’t, but it’s the one I’ve got.”

Young Moon-Wolves from every territory in the Accord came here to learn control and connection. Cain stood at the edge of the main courtyard, his silver eyes tracking the students as they moved through their morning exercises. His scarred hands hung at his sides. He hadn't spoken since we arrived. "I was born in a cell," Wren continued, and her voice was calm. "Bred to be a soldier. I didn't know what the sky looked like until I was twelve. I didn't know what kindness was until I was sixteen." She stepped closer to Cain, and her gold-flickering eyes were steady. "I learned. Slowly. You can too."

“My master has summoned me in advance to help him warm his bed, I can’t disobey him. Master Tristan, I’m doing this for your own good. Otherwise, my master will turn you into a eunuch.” Boom! Tristan was about to explode in anger. After pausing for a brief while, he yelled, “Tell me who that Master Rockefeller is, I’ll go over and kill him now!” “No, don’t, you won’t be able to defeat him.” “Bullsh*t! I’m Tristan Coleman of Missouri, the youngest Earth expert in America. I’m the future king of Missouri! How could I not…” Toot! Toot! Toot! The phone call was cut off as Tristan spoke halfway.

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

she scowled at him he just huffed a smirk pushing back his hair In a slick motion. "This is Willow; she's our new guest. Put her down as my plus one for Caden's engagement party and probably show her to her room. Make sure her room is locked always. If you excuse me, I have an engagement party to plan for," Tristan stated, leaving her bewildered and furious. I'm the new guest, more like a prisoner. "If he weren't my partner, forget he's my brother, I would stab him to death," she declared, revealing their sibling relationship.

TabTristan had just lit a cigarette in the backyard of his big manor. His father left the mansion and now lives with several other wolves, including his uncle Douglas, who is mostly out taking care of their other businesses. Before becoming Alpha in the Pack, Tristan was the leader of a subsidiary of a company owned by his family in Haldabera City, a wine-producing city. After his father died and he became the Alpha in the Pack, Tristan was not asked by any teachers. Even now, his other uncle, Vaskal, manages the wine processing factory.

the chief said giving a nod and turned to Tristan. "Officer Tristan you're a piano teacher in Roseville university and your timings are from 9am to 12pm. And I suggest you and Zayden to be active, as Ash will be working at night you both need to concentrate on every suspicious activity you see at night. And I forgot to mention your name is Tristiana from now on." "Can I ask a question chief? " Tristan said in his polite tone. "Yes" chief replied. "Tristiana name sounds girly, I mean the people around me will be suspicious of me. It is awkward for a man to have that name. " Tristan exclaimed.

He says and the gym turns silent, he turns to his mom who nods her head, urging him to continue “God… This is hell…” He thinks “In… 2 weeks, I would like to formally invite everyone… To my… Wedding” Tristan manages to announce and the Gym turns noisy at the sudden news His mom gets up on stage, arm in arm with Raven. She pats the girl's shoulder before making her stand beside Tristan, Raven's eyes became unfocused, looking at anything and everything as Tristan heaves a breath "This is… My beloved… Fiancé… Raven Kim” Tristan says and he reaches out to hold Raven's hand, the girl immediately turns to him, her face turning beet red

But he had long blond hair packed into a fringe ponytail and… oh, he was wearing boy clothes. "Wren is some kind of hair model or something. So his hair is very important. The next," he changed the picture, "the man is Gael." "Oh my God," I breathed, turning the screen to look at him properly. The first thing is that he's hot, freaking hot. Next was the adorable steel blue eyes, alabaster skin, and light blond hair. But the most shocking thing was the great resemblance between him and Jewels. Tristan turned the page, showing a picture of Jewels.