Akira Graphic Novels & Stories

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…”

Strigha growled inside my head, his rage shot up my spine in waves of ice and fire. “You won't see Armageddon, roach!” I spat before plugging my claws deep into his eyes until I felt the softness of his brain hit the tip of my claws and I pulled his eyes out! He roared from the pain clawing at my arms and I tossed him out of the melting glass window. “I don't know how long I can hold the barrier!” Akira’s voice rang inside my head like a desperate plea for assistance. Fuck! I had let myself get distracted!

she said sweetly and I nodded my head in agreement. "Adaranth is a very ancient reaper, almost as old as Grim himself and has very sharp facial features, he is also far from weak," I explained calmly. "He was my mentor and I respect him greatly," I added. Ayira was all smiles and nodding. "We should stop at the bakery and bring him some cookies, I have a feeling that he'd like some," she tells me confidently. I eyed her suspiciously but agreed. We finished our breakfast and I put the dirty dishes in the sink to wash. I started the water and heard Ayira say she was going to head to the bakery quickly. I told her to go ahead and I'd clean up while she was gone. I finished washing the dishes. I

What is her purpose here? Is she not supposed to be back in her pack ? Unless… “You two had better become acquainted,” Dakota hissed. “I'm not going to be friends with that thing… ugh,” she said, making a disgusting face at me. Neither do I. “Akira meet Princess Elora of the Black wind pack and Princess Elora—” she paused pointing her hands towards me. “Meet Akira,” she sighed. Alpha princess of the Raven Claw pack, I added to the back of my mind.

Creed laughed, his voice rough. "It isn't playing fair when you use your Alpha aura." I scolded. "I am an Alpha. I shouldn't have to play fair." Creed said, his voice gruff as he lay in my mind. "Only cowards think that way." I teased. Creed let out a low growl before getting up and heading to the back of my mind. He placed up a wall so I could talk to him any further. "What a big baby." I laughed. "Creed not amused with me?" Drake asked.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

Akira's POV The dawn arrived the way a blade arrives: slow at first and then all at once, an unforgiving light cutting through the dark․ By the time we got to the ridge looking down across Crimson Moon territory, the fog had burned off, and I could see the valley below, like an old wound․ The high stone walls had mostly held, and the watchtowers had dying torches burning, and the sprawl of pack houses and training fields glimmered in the first cold gold of day․ Thin white smoke rose straight up from the central hearths․ Life moved on․ Routine․ Unaware․ They did not know the dead were walking home․ Ronan stopped beside me now, his shoulder touching mine․ This time it was intentional․ The cont

"Yes! That's it! My blood. My heir." Akira's breath came in short gasps, her chest tightening from the intensity. The power wasn’t a whisper—it roared in her ears, surged through her veins, a thousand voices urging her to unleash chaos, to dominate. She stumbled, clutching her head as fragments of visions crashed into her consciousness—cities crumbling, seas boiling, shadows creeping over the world like an endless night. "Akira!" Kaidën's voice cut through the storm. He fought his way through, blade raised, his eyes locking onto hers with urgency. "You’ve got to let go—it’s feeding on you!"

“The only person I can think of with that kind of hacking skills is Akira, but why would she get involved?” “Silica is close to Akira and Accalia’s best friend. Silica likely asked Akira to help her.” “Do you think Akira would be that petty, though? She doesn’t usually get involved with Renegade members' personal matters.” “No, but Silica isn’t just a regular member either.” The sound of Jaxon typing ceased. “I don’t know why you are trying to clean up Arielle’s mess. She could contact her cousin if she has a problem with the news. Accalia would be the only one who could talk sense into Silica.”