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Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω Ω SCENE IN THE CLAN The clan was filled with guards and maids emerging to greet the Triple Three A.K.A The Trios who had just returned from their mission. They consistently succeeded in every mission, and there were three of them. They referred to themselves as the triple three. Their names were Anna, Riley, and Jordan. Anna continued to leap with joy at being back in her homebase. “Hey freaking peeps, what's uuupp”She yelled as she twirled in her multi-coloured boots.

The Third brother frowned and asked. The puppets of the Six Hearts Protector were naturally the best and most powerful. However, if they were to sacrifice such a powerful technique for Caspian, they would be making a mountain out of a molehill! Who was this guy? How could he be worthy of them doing this! "Are you the big brother, or am I the big brother?" The big brother of Six Hearts Protectors had no intention of quarreling with his little brother. He only asked coolly. "You're my big brother." The third brother didn't dare to act rashly. In front of his big brother, he was indeed as obedient as a younger brother.

he gestured toward Lucian, “there is only one.” “The Witches are just two,” Christie pointed out, her expression suggesting a clear inequality. “Plus Mrs. Amelia, the team leader, makes three,” Mr. Percival countered patiently. “Oh.” “Dumb,” Carrie muttered loud enough for the table to hear, and others chuckled. Zeda made sure her laugh was the loudest. Christie shot her a dark glare. “The most powerful?” Sloan echoed Mr. Percival’s words, slanting Zeda a venomous look. “Zeda here barely fits that bill, sir. In fact, I wonder why she’s here, or even her friend.”

"If this is truly a Triad bond, it is a blessing. Our pack would be led by three Alphas working together. That is strength." "Or chaos," Thomas shot back. "Three Alphas fighting over one woman. That is not strength. That is disaster waiting to happen." "We are not fighting," Kyson said, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "We have accepted what the Moon Goddess has given us." "Have you?" Thomas turned his sharp gaze on the brothers. "Or have you been manipulated by a pretty face and a convenient prophecy?" Hayden stood abruptly. "Watch your words, Elder." "Sit down," Thomas said coldly. "You are not Alpha yet. And you will show respect to this council."

I asked, my grip tightening around my fork as he shook his head. The Black Reapers were part of the notorious Big Three—three massive crime syndicates that had managed to remain completely in the shadows for decades. Nobody knew the true depth of their operations. "But who knows?" Nikolai's tone suddenly shifted back to a more cheerful note, breaking the heavy silence. "With the great Miss Lina West on the case—the top criminology student in the entire country—we might actually catch them." He gave me a playful wink, and a genuine chuckle escaped my lips.

“Not really but it affects them too. It's pretty obvious Gerald and Matthew are gathering allies to challenge me because they know they are not enough to defeat me alone.” He tapped a key and all the symbols of the Big six packs appeared on the screen according to their hierarchy. “They are trying to sway the other three Big Packs to join them,” he continued. “They believe that if they unite against Silverhaven, they might stand a chance.” I scoffed quietly. “Might.” “They forget one thing,” my father said coldly. “We don’t need all three. We only need one on our side.” My eyes glanced at the pack symbol right beside Silverhaven's. “Moon Hollow.”

“Isn’t that the truth. Although, it’s mainly Alpha Gideon that’s been trying to drag me to the dark side.” Lilac hummed and leaned into me. I wasn’t sure she even noticed she was doing it. “This is the mighty triad we’re talking about, isn’t it?” “They don’t really call themselves that, but yeah. My father, Alpha Gideon, and Alpha Ryland are the three Alpha’s that oversee all of the packs on the continent. We each have our own jurisdiction, but that doesn’t stop the other’s from wanting more.”

he dragged the word out as his steady gaze glided to Anastasia and Arizona, causing them to freeze with apprehension. "And who are the other girls behind?" He quizzed, glancing curiously at Janice. Janice smiled as if he just told her a joke. "Her allies. They are called the monstrous big trio. So those are the other two that follow the orders of the leader- which is in the person of Amber Harvard standing before us, inspector" At the latter word, Janice fixed a searing mocking gaze at Amber. Amber forced a tight-lipped wry smile at her, attempting to feign indifference but the twitching of her eyes won't go away.

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

These guys are massive, and the three that are bigger radiate power. “I see the three of you have not changed.” The one guy says, laughing. “Nope, nothing has changed,” Chris says, standing up. He gives the three guys hugs. He obviously knows them, and I wonder which are the werecats. I wonder what supernatural beings the three large guys are. “Ok, everyone these three are Tye, Mitchell, and Payton. They are the leaders of the werecats. These three are Draydon, Blake, and Xion.” Kylani announces.