Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

Ronan will forever be the most exciting element in my life. First, there’s Kieran. My sweet, careful, hopelessly romantic Kieran, who is so obviously, painfully in love with the Redmaw savage he’s trying to pass off as a "strategic advisor." He’s definitely strategically advising his cock straight into Kieran on the regular. Which I love for my friend. He deserves happiness and copious amounts of excellent sex. He was blushing like a virgin bride, his polished Alpha-mask cracking every time Alexei looked at him.

And Kieran—my quiet, controlled, careful Kieran—had just drawn blood in front of everyone without lifting a finger. He turned to leave. And for the first time in days, he met my eyes. Not with regret. But something sharper. Possession. Like he was done pretending he could let go. Like he finally realized he didn’t want to. Later, I found him in the training fields. His hands were bruised. Knuckles are raw from hours of sparring. He didn’t flinch when I approached. “Are we going to talk about what happened in the chamber?” I asked, arms crossed.

“Goodbye, mutt.” Before the blade could fall, Kieran’s power exploded. A blinding light filled the dungeon as his aura merged with the presence of his three beasts, the dragon, the wolf, and the demon beast. The air burned gold and crimson. Kieran’s voice was deep, almost otherworldly. “Touch him again, and I’ll erase you from existence.” Alex smirked. “Try me.” Kieran moved, too fast to see. One swing of his arm sent Alex crashing into the far wall.

The glow suddenly pulses brighter. “…you’re changing.” My heart slams. “Changing into what?” Kieran’s answer comes slowly. Like he is afraid to say it. “A god.”

I heard a chuckle from behind me, low and rough, like gravel scraping against steel. “You keep talking like you're ready to kill me, Raven,” Kieran said, stepping into the light with that cocky grin he wore like a badge. “But I don’t think you’ve got it in you.” I turned around slowly, eyes locking with his, the same way predators do before they lunge. “You don’t think I’ve got it in me? You really think that after everything? After what you did to my family, after you took everything from me—I’d hesitate?”

the lady called Tonia replied. Who were this people and why was I instructed to stay here? I took a step forward to throw the door open when I heard a statement that stopped me in my track. “Isn't it dangerous? You know he killed his ex fiancée right?” one of the girls piped up. “ Because she tried to poison him. Kieran won't do that to me because I won't try to kill him,” she shot back, feeling quite confident in her words. “But he hates women! That's why he got a breeder,”

Because somewhere deep inside— He did. A blade came at him— He blocked it. Another— He ducked. A third— He countered. Breath steady. Eyes focused. And in that moment— He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t hesitant. He was exactly who he had always been. Kieran saw it. From across the fight— He saw it. And something in his chest tightened painfully. Because this— This was the Eli he knew. The one he had lost. The one he had been waiting for.

"Fine. I won't touch you. Just sleep." Maybe the birthday party had drained him because his breathing soon became rhythmic. Then, his phone on the nightstand vibrated. Somehow, almost on instinct, I unlocked it and tapped on a notification. It was a group chat. Photos were flooding in, one after another, all featuring the same pair—Kieran and a young woman who looked polished and elegant from head to toe. My heart skipped a beat. This had to be Vivian Fowler, the woman he intended to marry. In one photo, Kieran had his arm around her waist while they shared a deep kiss under a sky full of fireworks.

“You want to rip my head off! Go ahead… you might be doing me a favor. It would still be better than surrendering ourselves to that disgusting witch! As for meeting Kevin, you will have to die to meet him.” My ears rang with his words numbing my brain. Tearing my hair I said, “No! this is not possible. Kevin can’t be dead. I would know if he is dead. I am his mate for God’s sake.” “Ahem… you WERE his mate, Kiara. He rejected you remember… you can’t feel the bond anymore….” Cami’s voice sounded making me cringe. What in the hell was this bitch still doing here! She was practically gloating. I felt like punching her but I had to focus on more important issues.

Kieran said, his voice smooth as velvet, laced with a certainty that made my stomach twist. He stood tall, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the rose-lined path, his black shirt clinging to his powerful frame. His dark hairs were slightly disheveled and he looked nothing but …… beautiful. I swallowed hard, my eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before darting away. I could not even hold an eye contact with him. My nerves weren’t just because of Kieran—though his dominating aura, the sheer force of his alpha presence, made me feel small and exposed.