Akira X Akechi Novels & Stories

Akira’s P.O.V “How are you feeling?” I ask the guy in front of me who just woke up a while ago. “Who are you and where am I?” He also asks looking at us not minding my question. “You are here in the West section Moon Night pack, I am Scar Yaji, and she is Akira Walter owner of this house while this guy here is Ralf Miles next alpha of this pack” Scar replied to his question. “I am Idris Voss from South East section Evergreen pack” he also introduced himself.

he pointed at me, "a bastard abandoned by his own." Avery tried to sit up, but she couldn't. “No, don't talk to my husband like that." “And you," she turned back to Avery, "stepped into London’s home,” Akira spat. “You wore her perfume. Held her child. You warmed her murderer's bed.” Avery’s hands balled into fists. “You’re insane.” “And yet here you are, beneath me.” Akira tilted her head, almost smug. “I saw the prophecy before you ever set foot in their world. I saw what you and Axel were destined to become. That’s why I manipulated Kore’s spirit. Twisted your mind. I needed you loyal. I needed you mine.”

The surrounding ruins swallowed the sound he made, a final rasp of defiance or pain. Then there was silence, Akira’s body limp beneath Asher’s blood-soaked paws. Breathing heavily, Asher shifted back into his human form, his skin smeared in crimson, hair wild, chest still heaving. He looked down at Akira, lifeless, and let out a guttural scream. Fury still pulsed through him, and he wished Akira would awaken, so he could kill him again for every person whom he killed that he loved. But he was forever still, and it was over. It was time to find Makena and claim his birthright.

The plea for aid, tinged with vulnerability, reaches his ears, drawing his attention like a magnet pulling at his heartstrings. Pausing in his ascent, Alpha Kaden turns to face the source of the voice, his expression softening as his gaze falls upon Alexa, a young pack member in need of assistance. Her words, filled with a plea for help, resonate in the air, a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness that binds their pack together in times of need.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

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.

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.

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.