Witch Trios 소설 & 이야기

Gaby revealed. The Tribes is the name of the organisation Noel had made for vampires only and it has to do with killing of those that fails to reach their ends of agreement. Most people involved are bad people as Noel or any other person will out it. "Then let them blame the Tribes. Send a warning to Carter and let him know that I won't waste any time to kill him." He instructed. "Tell him to watch his back." He added as they walked back into the main house.

Being a tribrid is serious harder than you think. I have different voices in my head and they are driving me nuts. You have Angel in my head gawking at our mates. Sending dirty images into our heads. You have Aria in my head talking about the demonic shit she'd let Paxton do to her, well us. How she'd let Dimitri man handle us. How she needs to feel Orion's tongue and how she desperately needs Hendrix's anaconda. Like hello there we are in the same body ma'am. You trying to constantly wreck our nether regions?

“Multiplies the complexities. I am not familiar with the name Triquetra, but I am assuming it is the same as a vampire triad – three lovers.” “Triquetras form between alpha werewolf males during times of war, famine, disease… When the survival of the female and young might depend on more than one male. They tend to happen amongst pivotal families of the pack. So, they are sort of a mixed blessing, in that they foretell that there is danger ahead in the very near future, but they are also a sign of a family’s esteem in the pack and tend to improve the ranking of all three families as it is seen as the Moon Goddess ensuring the survival of those bloodlines.” “Not quite the same,” Talen observe

"Tribrid relics carry blood memory. If you touch it..." "I'll see what she saw." "Possibly. Or feel what she felt. Or both." His eyes moved to my wrist, where the Triskelion had faded back to nothing but still ached faintly under the skin. "Your witch side has been growing stronger every day. If anyone could access a blood memory cleanly, it would be you. But Aria—" He paused. "It could also be the thing that breaks you. Three of these women didn't survive their own awakening. Touching what's left of one of them, while your own bleeds are still this unstable..."

He placed a hand over his own heart. “The Luna.” He touched Tiara’s shoulder gently. “And the Luna’s Shadow Guardian.” He rested a hand on Aldric’s shoulder — a gesture of trust and acceptance. Aldric bowed deeply. Tiara blinked back tears she hadn’t expected. And the pack… The pack ros e to their feet, pounding their fists against their chests, howling in unity — a sound so loud the very walls trembled. The Triad was born. A new era had begun.

she sat back defiantly crossing her arms and lifting her chin. “A Triquetra is… complicated. It’s believed that it happens in times of trouble, when having more than one alpha male in the family unit might better ensure the survival of the cubs. It happens during times of war, famine, disease… As a result, when a Triquetra forms, our people see it as being warning of trouble ahead, and even when a Triquetra forms… Well, it’s not like a mate bond, normally, or at least it’s not been recorded to be…” He faded off gesturing with one hand to indicate the three of them. “And it was for you.” She finished for him. “You love and desire each other, which, in a small town like Havermouth, is a proble

“No need for that. The men requiring my services love curves. They appreciate and want a woman for who she is. Generally, my clients prefer someone who loves the body she has. Ideally with lots to hold on to.” Dani blinked. “And these are shifters, like Aurelis said?” Gerri nodded slowly. “All of them.” Wow. She sighed. “That’s good then.” “May I ask, are you averse to multiples?” Say what? “I’m sorry what do you mean? Multiple what? Dates?” “Multiple men. I’m not sure if you are aware, but some shifter packs have what’s called a Triad. That means two leaders need a female to complete their Alpha set and lead the pack. Together. They mate together and they sleep together. Almost all the time

We shall see. Hello everyone, and thank you all so so much for reading book 1 of the Tribe series! When I first started writing it, I didn't expect it to become a series, and so I'm going to be doing something different and maybe a little unorthodox. After much thought, I thought it was only fair and right to carry on with Wyatt and Cora's/Corinna's pov of the story, even though it's the last of 8 (yes, 8) books in the timeline/series. They start and end the series, hehe. Basically, just because the other couples decided to get really loud and demanding along the way, they have to wait their turn, haha. Anywho, with all that said, plus teaser, I'm so excited to start this next part, and let'

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

“You are it.” Xanden sat up beside me, brows furrowing. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I’ve fought beside seers, priestesses, even starborn warriors. But this bond? It’s alive.” He reached for my hand. I let him take it. The moment our fingers touched, a shimmer of light spilled out—moonlight and shadow, entwined around a core of ocean-blue energy. I gasped. “Althea…” Cassian knelt in front of me, eyes locked on the magic now rising from our bond like mist. “There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.”