Kieran Purple Hyacinth Novels & Stories

He’s wearing a loose linen shirt that catches the breeze coming off the lake, and he looks like a painting of a tragic, beautiful prince in exile. Except he’s not tragic. And he’s definitely not in exile. He’s just annoying. I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm and glare at the porch railing I just installed. "It is not crooked," I say. "It follows the natural curve of the wood. It’s rustic. It’s charming." "It lists to the left," Kieran observes, taking a sip of wine. "If I lean on it, I’ll fall into the hydrangeas. And I’m quite fond of those hydrangeas. I planted them myself."

"Why, why.. you already have lost your sense of smell. What else do you have to lose?" Kieran clenched his jaws. Indeed, he lost his sense of smell because of his injury on his nose. "Before I give you a gift, I want to tell you something. Do you know what I am going to do with your friends?" she asked sweetly. "I'm going to drink their blood!" With a growl, Kirsten waved her hand and slammed it down on the crystal of her staff. The amethyst crystal created a burst of whirring energy that resembles a high-pitched scream which affected Kieran's heightened sense of hearing. He dropped his spear and knelt on the ground, covering his ears. Blood began to ooze down from it.

They named him Kieran. The name meant "little dark one" because of his hair, but in the quiet cave, it felt like a secret. It was a name that belonged only to them and the falling water. The white vine from the scarred plant did not let go. It stayed there, a thin thread connecting the soil to the baby’s small fist. The vine did not grow or shrink, it just existed as a living connection to something older than blood. Elidra did not try to pull it away because it felt right. To her, it was sacred in a quiet, earthy way.

As Sylvian hurried to clsoe kana chamber door As he stood in while closing his gaze, his eyes took on an otherworldly hue, a mesmerizing shade of deep, smoldering purple. It was a color that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the night itself, an eerie yet captivating radiance that held the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze.

That was new, since she never used them much. “Oh, goddess. You both are alike?” Lydia gasped. I nodded nervously, wondering why Kiara seemed so grumpy with her energy buzzing all over the place. Kiara headed back to her table, which was spread with several herbs and powders. “You should trust Simon. Lydia.” Kiara suddenly says, still sorting the several herbs gathered on her table. Lydia shifted her weight, “I—I do” she stuttered. Kiara walks over to me with a vial of shimmering purple liquid. “I want you to have this.” It’ll help accelerate healing. She also hands one to Lydia.

"Your Highness, did you know that our families might actually be related by blood?" "Huh?" Heinrich was surprised. Why did the conversation suddenly... come to this? Wasn't this woman just crying—? Wasn't she just sad because of him? Heinrich swallowed his laughter, as Penelope's question was absurd and nonsensical. "How can Zircon and Hyacinth be related by blood?" "Eish," Penelope flirted drunkenly, still with her eyes puffy from crying. She poked Heinrich's sharp nose and smiled seductively. "Didn't you know that Hyacinth is a red Zircon gem?"

“Who is he?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. His gaze was still fixed on the crack in the ground. “His name is…” He took a deep breath. “Lucien.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Lucien who?” Kieran looked at her. “Lucien Lunareth.” Serafina’s heart seemed to stop. “Lunareth?” Kieran nodded. “The first heir to that kingdom.” Serafina stared at the ground. “If he’s the first heir…”

He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. Morgana reaches for him, her hand trembling. “Kieran?” He flinches away from her touch. Something is wrong. But she's too tired, so she passes out. By midday, the change is visible. Kieran’s skin has paled, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow. The veins around his neck are darkening, turning a bruised purple beneath the surface. He paces the room like a caged animal, his muscles twitching, his eyes never stopping.

Whoever was involved in getting my Orchid into that vile place would have me to contend with all the days of their miserable lives! I closed my eyes and submerged myself completely in the hot water, letting it wash off the stink of the dungeons from my skin. *** Kieran's POV I watched Elder Thorian eagerly. “Is it done?" I asked him. He shook his head. “I'll need a strand of your hair too." I plucked a strand of hair from my head and handed it over to him. Deep down, I counted so much on this to know if she is truly my fated mate.

“I only lied about not loving you.” Jace's laugh cuts through the room. “How sweet! lovers reunion.” He twists a purple tube containing poison between his fingers. The liquid vibrates and rages to break free. “Let's improve this reunion for Kieran, the perfect lover!” He throws the purple tube high into the air. I dodge, but it hits Kieran's chest. Purple mist explodes across his face. His golden eyes - the ones that always recognize me even in darkness - go blank. His sense of recognition disappears.