Akira Book Novels & Stories

KEIRA’s POV My eyes scanned the words written on the book that was spread out on my thighs. It was business gibberish, and quite frankly, I was having a hard time assimilating anything. Even though I had no classes, it did not stop me from studying. Despite the fact that my mental health was crumbling away like worn-out paint. I flipped to the next page and decided to focus. I made myself more comfortable on Clint's fluffy sofa and relaxed into it.

Peace never seems to come to them. There was no end to their cruel fate. But Akira was not about to lose to fate after defeating a centuries-old plague. Her explosive power knocks everyone back, flying, but the brunt force of her power was focused on Deo’s wolf, who was slammed to the ground like a pesky rat caught with its tail. Fenrir falls to his knees on the ground and clutches his bleeding abdomen. Akira was torn on what to do first. She kneels in front of Fenrir and caresses his cheeks. With a shaking voice, she whispers, “I can lose everything, everything but you. Oh, Gods… Not you…”

I grinned. She shook her head lightly. “Whatever.” then she started eating and I did, too. “Zeke called in. This morning.” I informed after a few bites. “Uh-huh. How’s he doing?” “Good.” I nod. “Though he mentioned the AK will visit him again tonight.” Ashira froze for a while, then she blinks fast and straighten on her seat. “Did he say why?” I sighed. “He’ll be receiving a gift to help control, uh, his current problem.”

Just as he is about to touch my nipples through my thin bra, we hear someone at the library door. Quickly moving away from Drake, as I smirk at him and his predicament, he murmurs in my ear, “I can smell your arousal babe,” letting me know he wasn’t the only one in a predicament. Smiling I bend over so he has a good view of my ass, as he groans, and I stand up with the books in my hands. Reid comes around the corner and smiles, “Hey guys, not interrupting anything am I?” he laughs as I send him a scowl. “I guess we had the same idea, I thought I’d go through some of these books as well. Want to split them up and see what we can come up with?” he asks. “Sounds good to me, let’s get to wor

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

"T-that's the wolf I saw earlier! I-impossible." Lunaria smiled as I took a quick look at her reflection. It's complicated for me to process everything, so please wake me up! I need to wake up now. This is crazy! "This is not a dream, Aksha. You're a wolf." Her words reverberated at the back of my head. I turned at her, shaking my head abruptly. Is she mad? "Please, tell me this is not real," I begged. "This is real, Aksha. You're a wolf, this isn't a lie nor imagination."

Eirika wanted to kiss him but didn't want to break their bond just yet. 'I want your lips,' she said via their mind link. Arric's lips stretched in a smile and he raised his head. Eirika craned her head and their eyes met. Eirika's heart shook at the warm blue eyes peering down at her with heavy-lidded scrutiny. The sides of his full, sexy lips were tweaked in a smile. Eirika thought he was the most beautiful creature ever created. Holding her gaze, he slowly lowered his face to touch his lips to hers. Arric's heart swelled with emotions as she drew his lower lip into her mouth, used her tongue to part his lips, and stroked the upper one, then she suckled the flesh, moaning deep in her throa

"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!"

Turn their gaze until they forget why they ever doubted you. I inhaled slowly, letting the memory steady me. Then I pressed further. “Perhaps I should ask plainly,” I said. “What are you hunting in the ruins of the North? And do not insult me with denials. I have eyes as sharp as yours.” For the first time, Akira’s stillness cracked. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before stilling again. “What I hunt,” he said carefully, “is balance. Nothing more.” “Balance.” I let the word drip with scorn. “You sound like the council itself. Speak plain, Akira. Do you seek relics? Power to tilt the rematch in your favor? Or is it something older? Something you fear I might find before you?”

Perfect hunting weather. Julise would have called me paranoid. Julise wasn't here. A shadow detached itself from the east wing. Small. Quick. Moving with that unnatural grace that set my teeth on edge. Her. I grinned and unsheathed my knife. Showtime. Kiara The archives smelled of dust and old books. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating row upon row of ancient tomes. Some were bound in leather so old it had cracked. Others in materials I didn't recognize—scales, maybe. Or skin.