Novel & Cerita Kieran Pokemon Ao3

Austin smirked. “No matter the reason, you still helped and I appreciate it. You are might not be as bad as thought bloodsucker.” Kieran grimaced “We are not friends’ dog and never will be. We share a mate and that is it. I believe you would have done the same as me if our mate was in danger, am I right?” he could never be friends with a dog, he wanted to kill him nothing more.

"Tell me more about this Kieran. Who was he before he became a vengeful spirit?" Elder Nahara set down her tea and stared into the fire. "Kieran was the Alpha of a powerful pack that lived in these mountains three hundred years ago. He was strong and respected and loved by his people. He had a mate named Elara who was pregnant with their first child. By all accounts he should have lived a long and happy life." "But something went wrong."

The grip with which Kieran had grasped my hand was tightened, and his fire made even fiercer, and I was lifted to my feet. The fog fled in his light, and took shelter back to the root-cage. After I imagined it had gone all the way out, the roots shook again, and made a sound as though they were breaking a bone. It was a small rift cut in their distorted course and aching with light. Not warm or golden but a sickly glow, gray and cold. “Kieran,” I whispered. “It’s alive.” His eyes were not closed out of the cage. His fire ran through his members, and small spurts were flying to perplexed storms. “No,” he said slowly. “It’s bound. and it wants us to believe so, too, you see, that is all the sa

"Young, foolish Kieran, thinking he can spend eternity with his precious little Onyx mate." He turned and smirked through the smoke. "Did you really think you would have a future with her?" Kieran started to shift. His arms bulged as thick muscles and fur erupted. His bones snapped loudly, reshaping, taking the form of his beast. Through all this, Khal just watched with amusement. As the smoke swirled, his face kept coming into view before disappearing again, revealing blood red eyes. Kieran shifted halfway and took a threatening step towards Khal. "Where is she?" He snarled.

Celeste giggled beside him, burying her face in his shoulder like his insult was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. I looked at Kieran, waiting for him to unleash his aura and tear Cain's throat out. But instead, Kieran just stayed relaxed in his chair. No rage. No killing intent. He smiled at Cain. Slow, cold, mysterious. A smile that made even my skin crawl. His intelligent gray eyes watched Cain like he was a mouse that had voluntarily walked straight into a steel trap. "Garbage, huh?" Kieran's voice dropped, sensual but lethal. He reached out and deliberately placed his large hand over mine in my lap, squeezing gently with a possessiveness that made my heart stutter.

“Not disappointed. Pissed. Because of him.” “Your brother,” Aria said softly. Kieran’s gaze darkened, his whole body tensing beneath her. “Yeah. I don’t talk about him for a reason. He’s a waste of space. A leech. He’s always wanted power but never cared for the pack. A real Alpha gives everything. He only takes.” Aria hesitated. “Where does he live?” Kieran exhaled through his nose. “He met his mate a few years back. She’s the daughter of the Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack.”

“Goodbye, mutt.” Before the blade could fall, Kieran’s power exploded. A blinding light filled the dungeon as his aura merged with the presence of his three beasts, the dragon, the wolf, and the demon beast. The air burned gold and crimson. Kieran’s voice was deep, almost otherworldly. “Touch him again, and I’ll erase you from existence.” Alex smirked. “Try me.” Kieran moved, too fast to see. One swing of his arm sent Alex crashing into the far wall.

She nodded and flashed a coy smile in return. “What the fuck was that about, Aiden?” Kieran asked as we made our way to the entrance of our building. “I don’t know. Her scent was that of an unmated female though.” Kieran stopped abruptly and reached for my arm. “How the hell is that even possible?!” “I have no idea, but I intend to find out!”

Almost real. A shadow fell over me. I looked up, expecting Arthur, or our son. It was Kieran. Not a memory. Not a ghost. A tangible, solid echo. He looked exactly as he did the day he left for the last time. The same smile, a little crooked. The same faint scar above his eyebrow. The same way he held his shoulders, like he was carrying a secret joke. He was perfect. A reconstruction from the Catalog. A lost love, given form.

Not after how badly I messed up the first time. Kieran is built for romance. He’s meant to have the spotlight on him. He’s the optimistic dreamer that pulls the cynics in like a magnet, forcing you to view the world through rose-tinted glasses. He makes everything brighter, more vivid, and all you want is to return the favour. He believes in great first loves, magical first kisses and epic love stories. He’s the type who refuses to watch sad movies unless he knows you want to, in which case he’ll put on a brave face before sobbing in your arms. He feels everything so intensely and wears his heart on your sleeve, and he has this way of making you do the same. He makes you feel more alive than