Kieran Pokemon Ao3 Novels & Stories

He had tried his best to erase the ugly memories from his mind and heart, but there were days they just didn't go away. “Have you heard… that two-faced chameleon might actually get married. ” Kieran broke his chain of thought. He did not need to ask who it was. Kieran lived to bring Eutychus down whatever chance he got. Unlike Alaric, Kieran was very vocal with his thoughts, even the ones that should never leave his head. Kieran stood tall and bulky, the perfect definition of a “Big bad wolf”. His only flaw was that he mostly spoke without thinking. “Who is so unlucky to be paired with the chameleon?” Alaric asked totally uninterested.

MIRABELLE ________ My conversation with Kieran started innocently enough. I was organizing herbs in the infirmary when he appeared in the doorway, his silver hair catching the late afternoon light. Kieran was the pack's prophet, a man as enigmatic as he was infuriating, mysterious. Whispers about him were as common as the wind in the trees— some said he'd been alive for centuries, kept young by ancient wolf magic. Others thought he was cursed, trapped between the mortal world and some darker realm.

He looked so much like him but he wasn't him. There were slight differences. Kieran had a bigger nose. His was straighter and pointed. Kieran's lips were fuller. His was just perfect. Kieran had a soft skin due to pampering. His was tanned and rugged. Kieran's jaw was rounded. His was chiseled. I exhaled, just a little. "Now can I reintroduce myself to you?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. I gave a small nod. "I'm Kaden. Head warrior of Silverfang pack." He stretched out his hand for a handshake and I took it.

Eliza purred, delighted. He hates us, I countered. He just hates the idea of anyone else having us. Kieran took a step closer. His scent, sharp and musky, filled the air. It was intoxicating. Terrifying. “Understand?” I swallowed. My throat was dry. “Understood.”

Kieran didn't get back to Frost Pack territory until the sky had gone from black to the flat grey before dawn. He bypassed the main house entirely and went straight to the training ground, where he threw himself at the sparring posts and didn't stop. Fist after fist into solid wood. One, two, three, over and over until his knuckles cracked and bled. But the images wouldn't leave him. The look in my eyes when they swept past him — cold, unbothered, like he was a wild wolf on the side of the road. Not worth her attention.

I couldn’t explain it, but for the briefest of seconds, I heard a voice in the back of my mind—ethereal, female, familiar and yet foreign at the same time. “Mate…” I blinked, pulling my hand back, and it was gone. Kieran now lay on the pavement, naked and unconscious, no longer a raging wolf but an exhausted, broken man.

_Mine_. “He called Rylan ‘brother,’” I said. “What if Project 5 does too? What if he only comes for _him_?” Kieran was quiet. Then: “Then you show him his brother.” He kissed me. Hard. Fast. Like it might be the last. “Keep them safe, Luna.” He was gone. --- *BioMax — Sub-Level 4 — 2:17 AM* Kieran moved like death. Black ops gear. No wolf. Wolves set off motion sensors. _Human_ was better.

She said hitting on the twin's head, earning a whine from them. "We missed you, Hem!" They shouted and hugged me, my body can't support all these muscles. They let me go and I was left with a pale face, they hugged me as tight as a doll. "How is Faine?" Kai asked, he hasn't changed at all. Broad back with tattoos and sculpted jaw, same thing as his brother. The only difference you can spot is their eyes, Kai has black eyes while Akito has hazel eyes. "She's fine and alright, the same thing for Justin." I said with a smile, Camélia nodded and pulled out her phone. Maybe she's going to send a message to Justin, they talked every time since Justin is demanding and clingy as fuck but she loves t

Again and again, he slammed it down onto my body. The sound of bones cracking exploded in my ears. Aurora stood nearby the entire time, watching coldly without saying a single word. After Kieran finished venting his anger, he spat directly onto my face. "Trash belongs in the trash heap. Stop coming out here and embarrassing yourself." Then he wrapped an arm around Aurora, and the two of them walked away laughing. I lay on the floor like a broken punching bag. My heart had gone completely cold.

Kieran released my hand and, as he walked away, said, "When I get home, I'll bring you your favorite cranberry cupcakes." With that, he headed toward the VIP room at the end of the corridor, where Cecelia was being cared for by the pack's finest healers. I stood there watching him disappear into the distance. Suddenly, I laughed, and tears began streaming down my face. "I don't believe you anymore..." I whispered to the empty air and to my own dying heart. "Kieran, I will never believe any of your promises ever again."