Akainu Novels & Stories

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

Jace says before Connor goes on to add “ The mother lived in a cabin on the outskirts of the pack and it seems she kept a low profile, she was hardly noted in any records, almost as if someone censored her existence.” “Now for the dad, it’s Council Alpha Raymond Oakley, former Alpha of Black Oak,” Jace says. “The one that was at Isla’s Luna ceremony?” Grayson asks, leaning forward in his chair, and looking at me, “Isla met him and dropped her glass remember? Think she knows him?”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"Aerians, are graceful, elegant—" I try my best not to push him into the water. "And I'm Vinian." "No. You're You." Cream's small voice barely makes a ripple in the large space but I hear him well enough as he sits on the pool deck, his eyes not leaving my face. "Because I'm Vinian myself." I blink, "Huh?" Coach Ace begins to try salvage himself and his balls. "His Father is Aerian—" Cream doesn't even bother to look at him. "I live there. I'm only Aerian by birth. Vino is my home"

I called out to him. “Yes ma’am?” He asks with a southern accent. “Aren’t we going to wait for the other passengers?” I asked. “You’re the only one passenger for this trip ma’am. America Pingries right?” He mentions my complete name which was shocking but then he might have been oriented by Mr. L about me. I nod, “Yeah.” He smiles at me happily, “You’ll love the Island of LUAHU ma’am.” I smile back, “I hope so.”

No longer the girl running from her power. I am Kaia. Daughter of the Guen Pack. Velen. Mate. Fighter. And I am walking into the unknown but I am not afraid. Not anymore.

The tall red-streaked boy locks eyes with me and grins with too many sharp teeth. Boy #1 (perfect English, thick Iwate accent underneath): “Yo. Name’s Akitora. Call me Aki. Heard this place has good… hunting.” The silver-haired boy yawns, but his eyes are sharp gold. Boy #2 (soft): “Riku. I sleep a lot. Don’t wake me.” The girl steps forward, bows exactly the way Seras and I learned in elementary school, but her smile is pure predator. Girl (sweet voice, razor edges):

"Now, I need you to do exactly what you’ve been doing. I need you to be the most annoying, chaotic, and 'Saint-like' version of yourself. And I need that bottle of carbonated beet juice." The gates of the Black Ridge groaned open. Kaine of the South, a massive wolf with a hide the color of rusted iron and eyes full of cruel arrogance, stepped into the courtyard. Behind him, his Vanguards prowled, their lips curled back to reveal yellowed fangs.

Reid was astonished that Canary and Sin are pretty badass in their own right. After a while Isaiah also joined in, complaining about Canary and Sin. Which made all of us laugh. Clearly, those two have frustrated the hell out of him. “Bro, maybe they have a crush on you.” Adrian said. “Crush, hell. Kaia and Sinclair are a pain in my ass.” He huffed. “Kaia and Sinclair?” Adrian said. I speak up, “Yeah, Kaia’s codename is Canary and Sinclair’s codename is Sin, short for her actual name.”

“Well, hello. We were not expecting anyone else to be here yet,” one of the guys, a lanky Indian boy with curly hair and an accent spoke first. “I’m Aakesh, son of Rayaan and from the Vrka pack in South India.” He extended his hand for Sebastian to shake and smiled at Lily and me.