Kieran Purple Hyacinth Novels & Stories

She would have driven all thoughts of Emma out of his mind. He looked for the invitation of the charity ball at home and the office but couldn’t find it. Perhaps it was time for him to look for it online so he could find the social media profile of the pretty singer. Kieran had never seen such pretty violet-blue eyes on a woman before. Tommy had violet eyes too but he prefered the singer's. It was so strange that her beauty and grace struck him like a lightning bolt. He hated himself for not having moved fast enough to get her number.

The particular scent of home that was not the territory or the pack house but the person, the specific and irreplaceable scent of someone you grew up beside. "Lyra." He stepped out from behind a wide oak twelve feet to my left. Kieran was thinner than when I had last seen him. His face had lost the softness it used to carry and what remained was sharper, more defined, older than his age in the particular way that comes from living outside of structures that used to hold you up. He wore plain travelling clothes with no pack markings. His hair was longer.

Kieran said, walking closer. "Laila, this is... extraordinary." He whispered and my heart thumped. "Is it bad?" I asked nervously. "Am I in trouble for doing something strange?" "Bad?" Kieran knelt down beside me and looked at a rose that had been completely dead an hour ago. Now it was full of beautiful red blooms. "Laila, this is wonderful. Do you have any idea how rare an ability like this is?" I shook my head. "I've only heard stories about people who could heal plants and help them grow," Kieran said.

I rub the back of my neck as the effect of the suppressant patch feels mellowed out, a sign that I'm pushing too close to the end of the line. I remember the words that came out from the other students' lips, I'm now a violent Alpha, won't Alistair Nightshade be proud of me. As I take a deep breath, I inhale a scent of winter forest, mixed with musk. Kieran. He's leaning against the wall, with his head tipped back, his eyes shut. His chest rising too fast, his body stiff as he struggles to breathe barely holding himself together. His hand wrapped around his side like his hurting.

CHAPTER 6: Am I Ugly? Kieran rushed to the guest room holding his heart so dear and then bringing out his pills to take them and when he discovered it was empty. “No, no, this is not happening, why will you be finished?” He complained trying to catch his breath, he remembered the naked girl in his room when he thought of returning to the room to get it. “After I get rid of her, I will make sure I sack the person who opened the gate and let her into my room.”

He somehow managed to alienate Kieran even before I arrived in the city and made it seem like he was the crazy one, but nothing could be further from the truth. Suddenly, Jin shoved his hand into his pocket, bringing out a syringe with a weird purple liquid within. I blinked in confusion until I realized what it was. A cold shiver ran up my spine as I did and I couldn't help subconsciously standing in front of Kieran. "Jin... Put that down, please." I stretched out my hand to calm him down and maybe be a voice of reason in this situation. But there was no 'reasoning' in those crazed eyes of his. Jin had gone past the line of reasoning and was about to do something devastating.

Kieran’s POV My body shook due to her actions. Her warm tongue and mouth slithered down my skin and locked me down. It made blood rush immensely to my member and once again, my desires fueled, coming forward. “Aurora…” I groaned against her and quickly placed her on the wall. My body pressed down on hers, alongside my aching member pressing down on her warm crotch just beneath her clothes. “Please, don’t leave me, uncle Kieran…” She whispered. This time, I felt a tear on my neck and I knew she was crying again. That alone, made me come back to my senses and I quickly pulled away from her.

The pup suddenly points at him, but his orbs have returned to their normal shade of crimson before Kieran lifts his head to look. “Yeah, his eyes are crimson, nothing new,” Kieran assures the kid. Well only if he knew.

Chapter Eighty-Two **** The next day,Kael and Jason saw Kieran sit all by himself in one of the old empty halls. They walked towards him. Kael’s fists were clenched so tight that anyone could see the veins standing out like roots under his skin. Jason’s shoulders were locked, his eyes were and he was ready to strike before he even knew what he was striking at. When they got to him. Kieran sat at the edge of one of the abandoned chairs, one leg stretched out, the other bent, elbow resting on his knee. He held a single violet flower between his fingers.

Nausea churned within and spots flashed in my vision. “Let her know you don’t really care,” she demanded as she yanked another handful of daisies. I held a hand up to her, trying and failing to shake my head as spots danced in my vision. I watched through bleary eyes as she moved to different plots: phlox, peonies, hydrangeas, and the bits of lavender sprinkled throughout each area. By the time she stopped, I was on all fours, a marred and trembling mess. I forced myself to meet her gaze and shook my head as she smiled cruelly and stopped at a low hanging branch of the cherry blossom tree.