Kieran Purple Hyacinth Novels & Stories

Alaric said from the side of the pool. Violet held her breath and went back into the pool. Alaric was surprised. What sort of lunatic was this girl with purple hair? He looked into the pool and shook his head when he saw that she was looking for her wig. Alaric shook his head and sighed. “Keitan's killer association has really lost their touch, how can they send such a weakling here.” Violet seemed to have no intent of going back up, she kept going down and it was beginning to annoy Alaric. He lifted his finger and Violet was pulled out of the water and onto the spot beside Alaric's feet.

Laila's POV “You’re just being modest,” I dismissed his words, shaking my head. “I know for a fact Kieran isn’t someone you consider lucky,” he said walking deeper into the archives, he stood on top of a small podium. I couldn’t see what he was looking at but it left him awestruck. “I beg to differ, he lives in this mansion and has a face sculpted to perfection, everything about him irks me. His beauty is beyond compare with luscious lips, rare silver hair and purple eyes–

The liquid was a deep purple color, rich and potent. "Let's have one last drink together," she said, her voice taking on a strange quality. "For old times' sake." She offered him one of the glasses, her eyes glittering with something that might have been tears. Or might have been something else entirely. "After you drink this, I'll disappear from your life forever. You'll never have to see me again." Kieran was too distracted to pay attention to her words. His mind was still focused on the entrance, still hoping against hope that I might appear.

The scent of frost, rain-soaked pine, and wild earth surrounded her. Theron hovered above her, barely an inch away. His obsidian eyes burned with streaks of violet and gold, stripped of every trace of reason. His gaze drifted back to the crescent-shaped mole. “I found you…” His voice cracked with something between relief and desperation. “Zillah.” “Let me go!” Tears blurred Rhiannon’s vision as she struggled beneath him. It was useless. He didn’t move or loosen his grip. He didn’t even seem to notice she was fighting.

'Is Caden as sexy as Yuka? She shook her head and slapped her cheeks to ward off those unholy thoughts. 'Jeez, Hazel! Stop thinking about naked men!' ... Kanul, Sapphiran Capital 2030 It was noon and the sun was up. A couple of Sapphirans were attending to their farmlands. They were using their magic to heal their dying plants. Some of them aided the plant growths to help them produce large yields. Kyan, stood on the front porch of his home, gazing at empty space, his thoughts nearly consuming him. He was twenty three years old, but he was the only one in his family who didn't have magic or the gift of vision. Most of the people in his district knew him as the only one without the true manif

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.

Kieran could feel Venus coming to the surface as the colors of his eyes begin to change from hazel to orange. He stands up and punches Quinn in the face as Leon and Kim come between them. He pushes them off him and walks into the bathroom to take a very cold bath. He stays in the bathroom for almost forty minutes. "I'm sorry", Kieran apologizes to Quinn. "It's okay", He replies immediately. He goes straight to Quinn's room and tries to get some sleep, her lips being the last thing he sees in his mind before falling deep into sleep. The next day, he goes back to the house to prepare for the day when he finds his mate in the kitchen, her right hand roaming the top shelf as the left one holds a

He’d turned her, binding them with half his essence, and even used forbidden magic to guarantee she got their family's last Saint Blood Grass. From that moment on, Seraphina's blood became a treasure, a source of deadly allure for vampires and a wellspring of incredible healing. No wonder Kieran was so captivated by her. It wasn't just gratitude for saving his life; she was also a prime source of "food" and "medicine." I turned, and there was Kieran, behind the bar, shaking a cocktail shaker himself. He was mixing a "Crimson Velvet." It was an incredibly complex cocktail, requiring precise temperature and ratio control.

The anger was simmering in my chest, a desperate need to scream at him for his hypocrisy. Words died in my mouth, replaced with utter surprise when Kieran practically hauled Zayne into the main hall. Zayne’s tie was missing, his hair was a chaotic mess, and his sapphire eyes were coated. He was definitely high. The bright ecstasy was enough to tell. He was swaying, his weight leaning on Kieran’s shoulder. “Wh- What happened to him?” I paused, coming closer to inspect him. "Look at this. You have a stone for a husband, Kristine." Kieran hissed, his voice strained from carrying Zayne.

His gaze was intense, burning the edges and the whole of my soul, calling out to my most feral thoughts. I walked towards him slowly, and he smiled as he walked towards me also. Kieran met me halfway. His presence was overwhelming, his scent was intoxicating. In his hands, he held a bouquet of the most stunning flowers; deep crimson roses mixed with delicate white lilies. His breathing was uneven, mirroring mine. "You are... beautiful," Kieran said, as if the words had been torn straight from his soul. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. The heels I wore brought me closer to his height, making the space between us nearly nonexistent, barely an inch.