True Blood Series 3 Novels & Stories

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Their scents drifted across the small room, and I realised that all of the triplets had an absolutely divine pine-forest kind of smell, yet different to each other. Where Thane's seemed autumnal - crisp, and misty, Cole's was bright and summery, and Finn's held the more fragrant notes of spring, still layered over that woodsy, pine forest kind of smell. I breathed them in deeply, enjoying them, then sighed and reached to turn the tap off. When I turned back, I found them both pulling off all of their clothes, grinning widely at me.

Three lives. Three.

“Just keep an eye on him.” It might not be a smart idea but Hank just lost his brother and sister-in-law. He is thirsting for vengeance and I can tell. I hear him approach and he hands me a small vial. Veritas isn’t a truth serum but one which lowers the inhibitions of the drinker, enough for them to spill secrets. Aliya produced some for me as whim and I’ve kept the few vials just in case we ever need them. I open the cork and grabbing the man’s jaw, I force the beautiful golden coloured liquid down his throat. He tries to spit it out but I clamp my hand over his mouth, preventing him from doing so.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

Three and Alphas in one sentence broke the camel's back. Call me a hypocrite or whatever, but it was truly scary. Surely, I had found them all alluring. My admiration was shared equally for all three of them which now made more sense, considering how I never liked one more than the other. Something about the three of them in one space arose some sort of completion that now made sense. Plus, I had shared a night with all of them the first night I didn't take my heat suppression. "Goodness." I slammed my hand over my head.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

The private truth had to be spoken before the public ceremony could mean anything. We gathered in the study, because the study was where some of the significant things had happened and had therefore become a room with weight, a room that held the impressions of what had occurred in it. Thorian stood with his back to the window. Soren and Vaelin arranged themselves without instruction, without the staging of a performance, simply in the natural positions of people who knew where they belonged relative to each other and to me. I stood in the center of all three of them and felt the silver light at full presence, warm and complete and entirely certain, the way it felt when it was pointing towar