Kieran Pokemon Ao3 Novels & Stories

Rhiannon’s POV~ I shook my head. "You get punished," Kieran said. His voice was low. And when I looked up at him, my breath just died in my lungs. His eyes weren't normal. They were black. Void black. My breath hitched. I tried to clamp my thighs together. I squeezed them so hard my muscles cramped, but it didn't matter. It was useless. I was already wet. My pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be used.

he finishes and they both go, leaving Kieran and me in the room. "You can also go, Kieran, I would like to rest," I say to him and settle into bed. "Where would I go, beautiful?" He answers me, "this is my room," he adds, and I am stunned. "What the hell…!" I'm about to curse, but I stop. If he thinks I'm going to play his little game and lose control, he is very wrong. I've had too much of everyone today, even Kieran. Kieran is a wolf. He is that wolf.

She didn’t look back; all she did was escape. The stench of poison, which clung to the air, burns my throat, and I gasp for breath. Kieran makes a tiny, scary noise, reacting to the substance's effect while trying not to cry. My heart squeezes in pain, and a wave of fear flushes over my thoughts. Is this the cure or the end? Kieran yells so loud that he falls to his feet, clutching his fingers as if trying to hold himself together. His eyes roll back as his tears turn yellow. Thin lines split across his stone skin, glowing red like fire trapped under glass.

Penelope his mother a sleepless night. Kieran is thirty but still looking dashing like a twenty-two years old boy. He traveled to Fresno for an interview for his best-selling movie titled, 'Insanity." “So Sir Kieran, your fans have been wondering who the lucky girl is, they feel you are just too handsome not to have a lady in your life.” The person interviewing him on-air asked. “Sorry to disappoint you all, but I don't have any special lady in my life and I don't think I will be having one.”

He turned to me, eyes hard as flint. “So Lucian thinks tearing a man will unnerve me? He thinks forcing a mark into our blood will weaken my pack from the inside?” I could feel the tremor in my own voice as I stepped closer. “If he’s chaining men to a ritual, if he’s trying to claim more than land…” I stopped because Kieran’s laugh cut me off. “Claim? He’ll never claim anything but his own corpse,” he said, venom thin on his tongue. “Let him parade his cruelty. Let him think he’s inside our walls. I’ll make him regret every breath he draws.”

She pleaded. “I can’t. You know I can’t even if I wanted to.” “If you truly wanted to, you’d take the viagra and get it up.” “I told you it doesn’t work on me. It’s meant for humans.” “And animal viagra? Try the one for bulls at least.” I withdrew from her. “I’m not doing any of that shit.” “See that’s your problem Kieran. You let your pride get in the way.” “Aurelia if you want cubs, we will adopt. But I’m not doing anything weird to my body. You either embrace me as I am or don’t. I don’t care.”

Emma guessed. "Well, I don't want to go through labor in that case," Valerie joked. Emma swatted Valerie's shoulder. "Nonsense." Kieran also thought about the recurring scenes he'd dreamt about. As an atheist, he found the mystical interpretations of dreams rather fascinating. "Emma, I have been dreaming of mountains, rivers, forests, and springs since Val got pregnant. Does that mean anything?" he asked. "Why didn't you mention this to me?" Valerie questioned. Kieran hadn't given them much thought before, but they struck him as they delved into the topic.

Kieran said, his voice smooth as velvet, laced with a certainty that made my stomach twist. He stood tall, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the rose-lined path, his black shirt clinging to his powerful frame. His dark hairs were slightly disheveled and he looked nothing but …… beautiful. I swallowed hard, my eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before darting away. I could not even hold an eye contact with him. My nerves weren’t just because of Kieran—though his dominating aura, the sheer force of his alpha presence, made me feel small and exposed.

SIENNA’S POV I was still face-down on the bed, my feet frozen mid-air, when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I scrambled to sit up, smoothing my hair and trying to look like I hadn't just been having a total meltdown of happiness. ​Kieran stepped out, a cloud of steam following him. He had changed into a simple charcoal-grey t-shirt and loose cotton pants. His hair was still damp, hanging messily over his forehead, and he was rubbing his neck with a towel. Without the suit, he just looked... like mine.

“Look how big they are.” “I bet they’re warm.” “There are so many of them.” “And look, the other packs members are here.” “They want to meet us.” “Do you think they’ll like us.” “Of course they’re going to love you,” I tell them, turning as one of our warriors begins walking forward, his nose in the air. He growls softly, and I watch Mango go rigid, staring at him. “Stephen, what are you doing?” Kieran asks him. “Mate,” he growls softly, still prowling toward Mango. “I’ve been searching for you. You’ve always stayed just out of reach, just far enough that I could smell you, but never find you.”