Kieran Pokemon Ao3 Novels & Stories

Kieran gave a nonchalant shrug, “My bride makes sure I never forget she’s waiting at home, sharpened and vengeful.” Zayne’s brow furrowed. “How so?” A vile came to his lips, exhaling a ring of smoke in the air, “By trying to kill me.” Zayne frowned, “And you think this is worth it?” Zayne found such a marriage meaningless. He believed it would only bring destruction and misery yet Kieran couldn’t care less about it. “Oh, absolutely. I am having fun.” He chuckled wickedly, exposing his devilish nature that granted mercy to none.

One step, then another, until my back hits a stone wall behind me. Kieran plants one hand beside my head, claws sliding out, pressing the tips lightly against my throat. He leans close enough that his breath brushes my lips and I shut my eyes close. “Don't say that,” he murmurs, his voice almost calm, but you can sense the threat under it. “Don't fucking test me.” His eyes search my face like he's looking for something he can destroy. Then he takes a long inhale, and something ugly flickers across his expression. “My mate,” he says slowly “would never smell like trash.”

There was clear confusion in her eyes. Kieran walked over to her and sat down beside her. There was a resigned look in his eyes as he extended his hand to place it on Serenity’s head and ruffled her hair. “He is her mate and vice versa. No one wants to give up on their mates easily no matter how insane it drives them.” Serenity stared at the distant look in Kieran’s eyes and wondered what he was thinking about. She noticed how his jaw tightened and his hand clenched.

Isn't that the high male wolf my cousin used to play games with? Did that warrior's taste drop straight into the swamp mud after his male lover dumped his heart? How can his alpha eyes look at this greasy, freckle-faced freak healer? I am locking this dark day inside my memory bones. Just wait, you ugly rat, my claws will hunt down your blood for this humiliation! I let my fingers drop from Kieran's mouth, completely unaware that Ayomide's brain has just marked our names down for revenge. "How should my mouth address your spirit then?" Kieran asks, his thick brows bunching up tight like his tongue finds it super hard to even let the words out.

A knock sounded on the door. “Come see!” Nero Patoyer said, as his brother Marcel walked in, stepping aside as the stranger walked in with confidence like his life wasn't in danger. “I'm glad to finally meet you, I'm Kieran King of both light and dark Fae. I’ve been asking around about who’s in charge of the supernatural creatures in this town and came up empty, well until now.” Kieran said confidently, making himself comfortable. Marcel stepped forward ready to teach Kieran a lesson, but Nero shook his head stopping him. Marcel stepped back, but didn't take his eyes off Kieran or his three fifty-seven magnum strapped to his back.

The sun is high up over the pack training grounds, Kieran stands at the edge, his arms crossed over his chest, his golden hair catching the sun while his eyes scan the dozen or so teenage wolves sparring in front of him. Dusts kick up as punches land, bodies slammed on the green field and their shouts echo from everywhere. Kieran is watching them, at the same time he isn't—not really. His jaw is clenched as his green eyes are hard, the weird dream replays over his mind like a broken CD. It clings to his skin like sweat, makes his skin crawl and his chest tight, every second builds more irritation under his skin that he wants to scratch it off.

Kieran said. Then, he released the fire. The giant screamed as flames engulfed him. His skin bubbled, his flesh melted, and within seconds, he was nothing but ashes. Kieran had just killed 10 giants before me like they were nothing. Just flies. Then, he slowly turned to look at me. His eyes met mine slowly and calmly. I was breathing hard, but then our eyes met, and I saw the beauty in them. He's not evil. He's not crazy. He's not mad. He just killed those that wanted me.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

Kieran’s POV Kieran's POV Kieran's horse thundered along the muddy trail, hooves throwing clumps of earth into the cold wind. The forest closed around him like the ribs of an ancient beast, every branch an arm trying to hold him back, to pull him into the dark and swallow him whole. But his eyes never wavered from the distant ridge, where the burial tunnels lay beneath old rock , a maze of secrets, of the dead, of unfinished oaths.

“That’s enough, Izzy, Aria is only a maid here, she works for every Luna, she doesn’t have the right to peep into their private matters, even if Kara was pregnant even though I as his Mate doesn’t know about it, so let the innocent girl be at peace” Kieran said. “Former mate” Izzy sneered back, her arms crossing as she glared at him. Kieran’s jaw tightened. The subtle twitch of his fingers betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.. “Keep pushing, Izzy, and see what happens.”