Akira Author Novels & Stories

“Do you listen to me at all?” Akira shrugged, pretending to have been listening. “Yes, I was. I just got a little carried away.” “Thinking about what?” Beth asked firmly. “The woman you said sent everyone out of the kitchen.” Akira narrowed her gaze at Beth. “Who do you say she is? Why did she send everyone away?” “I don't know. I heard she's a healer, but she looks more like a witch if you get a little too close. Do you know her?” “No, I don't,” Akira lied. “I have never seen her in my whole life. This is the first time I'm seeing her.”

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

Akira stepped out from the trees behind us, barefoot, hair tangled with pine needles, her tiny hands clutching the silver amulet I gave her. She looked straight at me. “You need to see what I saw.” And before I could question her, her hand reached out—touching mine. --- The world melted. Flashes of fire. Screams. A temple torn from the sky. A woman with silver eyes weeping into a lake of stars. A wolf with golden fur torn open by chains of flame. Children crying in cages. A throne of bones. And then—me. Not the me I was now, but another. Taller. Wilder. Covered in war paint, eyes glowing silver, holding a blood-stained crescent blade. Behind me, legions of werewolves knelt in silence. Before

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

"You're going to regret ever crossing me!" I could see the fear in the other She-wolf's eyes, and I knew I had to intervene before things got out of hand. I walked up to Akira and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Akira, stop," I said calmly. "You don't want to do this. You're not a killer." Akira turned to me, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't understand," she growled. "He betrayed me. He cheated on me with this...this...slut!"

My vision blurred with tears and I broke down without even realizing it. There has to be a cure! I'll do anything to stop this pain. After what felt like an eternity of pain, Clarissa came back with someone I had not seen before. A teenager. She had long dark locks which were covered in large gold jewelry. She had a familiar stench. Herbs, smoke, and wax. A bloody witch. “My name is Akira, my lord,” she said fidgeting, like she was terrified to be in my presence. “I don't care who you are! Do something!” I barked.

Vanna reached for it and opened it. It was Aaron. "Akira can we talk please?" He asked looking very serious and my heart skipped. TBC .... I love y'all 😍

I just didn’t want him to get wounded so early in the mission. *But if you didn’t want him to get wounded, that means you care for him, right?* Akira purred. *That’s not...* This Lycan was crazy as hell. Why would she think I cared for that self-centered fool? *Come on, admit it. It’s not like it’s a bad thing. He’s our fated one. Our mate,* Akira continued, undeterred. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus on my tent. The fabric resisted a bit as I yanked it from the saddle, and I distracted myself with the motions of setting up camp, ignoring Akira's constant rambling. She could be pretty annoying when she wanted.

Akira began to pace, unblinking, as if decades of secrets were unraveling from her lips at last. “Kore was my twin,” she said bitterly. “My sister. My reflection in the flesh. We were born under the same moon, in the same breath… but never seen as equals.” The words poured like acid. “She had the touch,” she went on. “The visions, the strength, the beauty… and the favor. Our people worshipped her like she was the moon itself. And me?” Akira smiled bitterly, teeth clenched. “I was the mistake. The shadow that came with her light because I didn’t have the same gift as her.”

She yearned to give all of herself to Raiden. “Wait, Akira. I desire it to be perfect...for you too—” “Raiden, stop talking nonsense! I’m not a virgin anymore.” He frowned at those words. Akira was no longer the humble girl who was afraid of his touches. She had already experienced the corporal joy. Raiden wasn’t her first man. “I will kill the one who was your first,” he growled as he continued to enter Akira and made her suffer from the approaching ecstasy. “I will punish you because you let him do it.”