Novel & Cerita Kieran Purple Hyacinth

The mismatched wildflowers as in a random arrangement that did not do any judgement to its beauty, and they were carelessly tied with a thin twig. Seeing how the Alpha was silently staring at the bunch in her hand, Serenity lifted one of her eyebrows and stated, “I tried my best here, alright? You seem to be the type to like flowers. So, here, take this, and cheer up, hmm?” Kieran raised his head to look at her. Complex emotions swirled in those grey blue eyes of his, making her heart skips a beat. “I don’t like flowers,” Kieran responded. Serenity furrowed her brows. “Then, did I guess wrong? This is really embarrassing. You can forget about it then, Alpha.”

Ophelia's eyes widened as she took his hand in hers. "Reighs? Are you-?" Kieran smiled as she asked. "I'm Onyx's younger brother." Ophelia frowned as he informed her. "Perhaps that's why you seemed so familiar! You guys look so much alike!: Kieran, on closer inspection, resembled a younger version of Gerbert, except Kieran had light hazel eyes. "I look nothing like Onyx!" Kieran exclaimed and Ophelia chuckled as Kieran thought she had compared his resemblance with Onyx.

He frequently placed floral orders as a frequent patron. Lydia caught up to him. The majority of her rage vanished when she saw him going to buy flowers. "I want imported Bulgarian red roses, with half-open buds, must have arrived by air today..." she told the cashier right away. "Not red ones. White one.” Kieran cut her off in a chilly tone. Stunned, Lydia gazed at him. "I've always received red roses from you. Why are we white today?” Kieran silently observed the cashier wrapping the roses without responding. "Haley consented to undergo the procedure tomorrow. When I return, I'll give her the flowers to cheer her up. Besides, don't you think flowers are corny?”

Kieran is standing there. He’s dressed simply—white shirt, black slacks—but there’s nothing simple about the way he looks right now. His shirt clings faintly to his frame, the fabric stretched across muscle and strength, and his hair is slightly damp, as though he’s just come from the water or the night itself has kissed him. Then he looks up. And his eyes— Dangerously red. The color is striking, almost otherworldly, glowing softly beneath the moon. They lock onto mine, and in that instant, something deep inside me stirs. Awakens. Like a part of my soul that has been waiting—quietly, patiently—for this exact moment.

Nate turned slowly. Kieran leaned against the frame, Nate’s phone dangling precariously from his fingertips. Nate crossed the room in three long strides, stopping so close he could feel the heat radiating from Kieran’s body. He forced himself to meet that gaze, and for a treacherous second, he was lost in it. Kieran’s eyes weren't just blue; they were a turbulent sea, with flecks of molten gold swirling in their depths like captured lightning. The sheer beauty of them was annoying

Zayn called her making her come out of her thoughts. "Tell me which one is Blue devine flower and which one is purple devine flower." Zayn out two similar looking flowers in front of Giselle while Giselle blinked. "Three petals, smells fruity with a purple dot in middle. This one is purple devine flower." "You remembered it well." Zayn nodded as he praised her while Giselle chuckled. "It can act as a strong drip on immortals." She added again as this flower was forbidden for immortals. It can awake deepest desires and make the victim vulnerable to anything. It has the same effect as Rohypnol.

The first girl added and Tide wondered how much more of his life history these merchildren knew. Purple Roses were rare in Aquarial, and can only be found in Scytis. The merfairies grew them with special magic and only made them bloom on the day of the purple Rose festival; its heavenly scent would linger in Aquarial for another ten years until the next festival. "Were you born like all merfolks or were you born like fairies in little glowing flower buds or like a merdragon in a crystal egg?" "Are you a merdragon?" "Do you have pointy horns?"

“It’s not up to you.” I laughed, but it was hollow, desperate. “Yeah, right. And Santa Claus is real too.” Kieran didn’t bother with words this time. His lips pulled back, and there they were. Fangs. Sharp, gleaming under the sterile light. His pupils bled into a luminous glow, a color I couldn’t even name—purple laced with silver, something otherworldly. The air caught in my throat. My whole body locked in place. He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, until the space between us was thin as a breath. His gaze pinned me like a predator cornering prey.

I couldn’t stop touching it! I was already loving my new look. Kieran started by adding oil to my hair, brushed out the curls until it shone so brightly. She put light make-up on my face that made me look so beautiful. Well, I was a hidden beauty, and I didn’t need any makeup to bring it out! “Now. You will be putting this on. I brought this specially for you on my way here, because I know you don’t have any feminine dresses here.” I chuckled and collected the purple knee-length dress from Kieran, and turned to fa r the mirror with the beautiful dress in front of me. I gasped with admiration.

The bond hums at the edge of sense, alive inside my skin, a low thrum of anticipation. Lyra leans back against the stone wall, letting her head rest, her eyes closed. Her red hair is wound up in elegant braids, but already stray strands tumble from their pins. Kieran’s ceremonial robes look like they itch, and he’s pulling at the collar, exposing the pale column of his throat. The mark I left there at the bonding ceremony is healing nicely—two neat, silver crescents above his pulse. I want to see it bruised again, to taste it. I cross the room in three steps, hook my finger beneath his chin, and tilt Kieran’s mouth to mine. He tastes of nerves and honeyed mead, and he leans into the kiss hun