Akira Kunimi Novels & Stories

The thought brought a small, satisfied smile to my lips. Whatever it was, it should be or wasn’t my problem. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity. Akira’s silence was unlike her, and it made me wonder just how much she was willing to endure to protect her precious title. Akira’s façade of strength was slipping, and it was only a matter of time before she fell completely. Wait a minute, I said to myself, Was it really about the title? Hunter might have chosen her, but even Lunas weren’t immune to cracks in their armor.

he cut in, stepping closer, “is written in the tongue of moon priestesses. Women who bled magic and fire. That knowledge could kill you.” “But it’s about me, isn’t it?” I said. “You know what I am.” Kael’s face hardened. “Knowing won’t help you. It’ll tear you apart.” “I’m already torn.” He flinched slightly. “Who is Akira?” I asked. “Why do I keep hearing that name? Why does my wolf call me that?” “I need to know,” I urged him, voice breaking. “Please.” Kael looked down, clenched his jaw. When he finally spoke, it was low and cold. “If you keep digging, you’ll find things you can’t unsee. You think slave traders are the worst thing in these woods?”

Akira says, with a mask of curiosity visible on her face. “She called me “Skinwalker”, Akira. What does that even mean?” I asked, finally sinking myself in a couch. “The ability to walk in any skin and shape an Alpha chooses. That’s the name of the very first werewolf to ever lived” Akira took a deep breath “I’ve always known you’ve been chosen to lead us, even before The Trial Day, a half human amongst wolves. You have an impeccable story” “You’re repeating the same thing she said to me, and it creates more confusion about what I’m supposed to do” I replied.

But Suddenly she stopped and looked back at Anjali. Akira: Mummaa.. (Saying that she did pass a cute smile to Anjali who was overwhelmed when she was been called by this name).. You wanted me to call you Mumma right? So should I call you Mumma everytime?? Anjali just noded a Yes wiping her tears and Akira smiled and left the room .. Arnav: Di.. Akira knows she isnt my daughter.. We should tell her she is..

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.

Akira's voice sliced into the thoughts that had formed within me, bringing me back to the present, "I just came to inform you that I'm going hunting and would like to know if you're tagging along." She said, a little cheerfully. "Are you going with your maid?" My question tumbled out of my lips even before my brain followed. "No, I'm going alone," She answered. But then, a light furrow creased Akira's forehead, she seemed a little confused. "Which of my maids?" She finally asked. Since I had already let it out, I knew I had to play along. "Xenra," I replied calmly, betraying no emotions.

"What is your name, noble wolf?" The wolf looked up at him with her golden eyes and replied, "My name is Akira, son of the moon." Orion's eyes widened in wonder. "Akira," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like music. "It's beautiful." Akira nodded her head, her fur rustling in the breeze. "I am at your service, Orion and Selene. I have been sent to protect you on your journey." Selene's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Sent by whom?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Makaila cooed, a tired smile spread across her lips. "Just like you." I smiled at Makaila. I bent and kissed our baby on her forehead. She suddenly stirred and opened her eyes. They were bright and blue, crystal clear like the oceans, just like mine. She also had brunette hair just like mine but she definitely had her mum's beauty. She gave me a crooked smile and my heart swelled in my chest. "What do we name her?" Makaila asked. "Sierra." I quickly said. "How about Crystal?" Makaila argued with me.

he said to Aria. She didn’t move. Didn’t listen. The man stopped a few yards away. His eyes Locked onto Aria. Not curious. Certain. “So,” he said slowly. “The storm lives.” Aria tilted her head slightly. “And you are?” A faint smirk. “Someone your mother would have warned you about.” Ryan’s stomach dropped. Aria’s expression didn’t change. “Try me.” The man’s gaze sharpened. Then “I am Kael Draven.” “And I do not kneel.”

"Zephyrine is in Shadow pack." Her brow arched as her neck stretched in disbelief. "What did you just say, Kael?" My eye darted around to still see my mother busy with the vegetables vendor before gazing back at her. "Yes, Akira. She had not only done that but had also killed Astrid and now, she's currently the second Luna of Luparia and the pack." "Wait, what?" Akira blinked in blatant disorientation. "H—How?"