Akira X Akechi Novels & Stories

Akira pack, that was all that was running through Kiara’s head as she laid on her bed. When you think of the werewolf community, the Akira Pack would be the first pack to come to mind. They were not particularly the biggest in population, but they had the biggest landmass acquired from years of getting into wars and winning. They had the biggest database, so much so they could overthrow the leading council and be on top; funnily enough, it was an unspoken reality of things, they also possessed the strongest soldiers, and according to rumors, most of the pack members have abilities that are alien to the rest of the werewolves, giving them an edge over everyone else.

Mama sighed heavily, and then she smiled at the young Aricka. “No, I always like your skin color and red hair, my baby. You bring us luck, you and Louelle, and I'm thankful that you're both growing up kind,” Mama said, while stroking young Aricka's hair. Even if I am just watching I couldn’t help but feel her caresses my hair. As if she was holding me and not that child.

Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the accountant, DJ, and the one who actually keeps the place from exploding. Tonight (or whatever passes for tonight between dimensions), the bar is packed. Riku slams a sake cup the size of a helmet in front of a weeping storm giant. Riku: “Drink. Your ex-wife took the clouds in the divorce. We’ve all been there.” Aki is in the corner, quietly teaching a baby kraken how to pour drinks without inking the sake. The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open.

My fingers clutched against one another as I stare long and hard at the ceiling. Drogo's story consume me. It took so long before sleep finally came, and when it did. I fell into someone's memory. Or perhaps... Mine. ~~~ Two centuries ago... AKIRA Akira had just gotten her wolf. It was the greatest, yet most terrifying moment of her life. She doesn't know much about the Lunaretha, but she'd once heard her father mentioned it was a powerful and special wolf. A wolf gifted by the moon goddess. Even more exciting, she met her mate on the same day.

The cracked earth created a chasm between Akira and her comrades. “There, far enough to interfere but safe enough to watch how things unfold” Orion taunted, “place your bets, people. Who is emerging victorious tonight?” Akira but back her lips. It was too late to run now and she was grateful, now she had no other option than to put an end to all of this. Her weapon, Kestrel's Filament,slid down her arms swiftly like some living serpent and straightened to form a staff, “bring it on?”

She bowed her head, "Al Akira. The Pink pack... They are not werewolves but nobody knows exactly what specie are they. They were there even before the existence of werewolves. They never fight anyone but they do help ones who want to take over the rule of a kingdom or a pack... Just like if we need to kill someone we hire a killer. In the same way, if we need to snatch someone’s rule over a territory they come forward and help." "This is... hilarious. Al Akira? Seriously? Al Akira is nothing. It’s just a legend found in books." By now Lucas seemed bored. But I wanted to know more about it, “The killer takes money. What do Al Akira charge?” I asked 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's hand tightened on the dagger, and she raised it, ready to stab Kaida. "Now," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Now, Akira. Kill her." Akira's eyes locked on Kaida, and she took a step closer. "Akira, don't!" The fake Kaida screamed, but Akira didn't listen. With a swift and precise, deadly motion, Akira pushed the dagger into Kaida's heart. Kaida's eyes widened in shock, and she fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Akira stood over her, the dagger still in her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.

He took a step forward and Akira stepped back, but her hip hit the kitchen counter and there was nowhere to go. “My name… is Chester,” he finally stated, and Akira closed her eyes in frustration. She then struck the match against the side of the box, exasperated, but he continued. “I’m Chester Dante. I don’t mean you any harm.” “No. No. No!” Akira almost screamed when the first matchstick snapped in half. She pulled another one out and to her glee, the red phosphoric tip ignited. “I really need your help.” Akira set the tiny blaze next to the open end of her cig and sucked on the filter. The confused but desperate Chester took a step forward yet again – a mistake he was unaware of – before s

Alpha Jackson challenges. “I understand and I am getting to what I know. I guess one question I have for you Alpha Jackson – do you have any known enemies?” Drake asks. Alpha Jackson chuckles, “You don’t get to this stage of my life, in this role and not make a few enemies along the way young man. This is why we have built Golden Moon Pack to the size it is, entered the alliances we have and continue to do all that we can to keep our Pack members and alliances safe.”.