Kieran X Reader Pokemon Novels & Stories

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

There was clear confusion in her eyes. Kieran walked over to her and sat down beside her. There was a resigned look in his eyes as he extended his hand to place it on Serenity’s head and ruffled her hair. “He is her mate and vice versa. No one wants to give up on their mates easily no matter how insane it drives them.” Serenity stared at the distant look in Kieran’s eyes and wondered what he was thinking about. She noticed how his jaw tightened and his hand clenched.

It made me both uneasy and something else I couldn’t quite place. When we started eating dessert, Darius took the opportunity to turn to me. “So, Aurora,” he said. “Tell me more about yourself.” Before I could even open my mouth, Kieran leaned forward. “There isn't much to tell. She's my mate and the love of my life,” he grinned widely, reaching for my hands. “A normal girl from the Emberfang pack, with a passion to save lives. She's a doctor.” Darius’s eyes darkened as he shifted his attention to Kieran.

I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.” “It sounds entertaining,” Lucian said. “It’s pretty good.” Kieran returned and Lucian took his turn. He slid under the covers next to me. I could feel the heat from his body along my side. “Are you reading?” he asked. “Yeah, an e-book,” I explained. “Yeah, my brother’s always reading,” Kieran said. “I’ve never been able to sit still that long.” That did not surprise me at all. “We can’t exactly be active right now,” I pointed out.

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV “Her animal is completely tangled in confusion,” Seraphine mumbles, her jaw slack as the fermented fire-ale impacts her tracking center. “His skin is always aligned with Jaxen Creed.” That data file lacks any structural explanation regarding how her tracking sensors isolated their exact coordinates inside the training den, but my internal wolf allocates zero care to the logistics because the exact microsecond my pupils pivot toward the timber arches, my sight locks onto Kieran’s mass and his primary sentinel Jaxen racking up the heavy training pucks.

Kieran’s beautiful shocked face took me in and he smirked. “If you wanted to get in on the action all you had to do was ask, love.” He said to me while rolling his hips to emphasize the position a put him in. He was still hard from the act I had caught him in and his length brushed against my core. Heat flooded my body and I was momentarily stunned. He took advantage of the moment and broke free of the spell. I regained my bearings and sent out another blast. But he was expecting it this time and dodged it. “Let me guess, stix sent you?” He asked.

She wanted to let go, to fall into that blackness and be swallowed by her own sin. Then, a small, hot hand touched her cheek. It was Kieran. He was still there, in the middle of the storm. His eyes were closed and his face looked like he was in pain, but his spirit reached out for her. When he touched her, he didn't use words. Instead, he shared a feeling. It was a memory he had made himself, not one he was born with. He showed her a memory of her laughing and splashing him in the pool. He showed her a memory of her singing badly in the cave. A memory of her holding him close during a thunderstorm while the sound of her heartbeat put him to sleep.

Celeste giggled beside him, burying her face in his shoulder like his insult was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. I looked at Kieran, waiting for him to unleash his aura and tear Cain's throat out. But instead, Kieran just stayed relaxed in his chair. No rage. No killing intent. He smiled at Cain. Slow, cold, mysterious. A smile that made even my skin crawl. His intelligent gray eyes watched Cain like he was a mouse that had voluntarily walked straight into a steel trap. "Garbage, huh?" Kieran's voice dropped, sensual but lethal. He reached out and deliberately placed his large hand over mine in my lap, squeezing gently with a possessiveness that made my heart stutter.

Like a whisper. Inside. Were personal things. Pictures of her. And Kieran. Smiling. Happy. Before I stole. Her life. There was a journal. Hidden behind. Her spare scrubs. I opened it. Read her words. *Kieran seems distant lately. Like he's hiding something. Sometimes I catch him. Staring at nothing. His eyes look empty. Almost black.* Black eyes. Like the creature. From the accident. My blood. It turned cold. *He says he loves me. But his touch feels wrong. Cold. Like touching ice.*

"You're just jealous 'cause you know you're never getting any good dick now that Jin is gone." "Screw you, Luna!" Umbra snarled. "Pfft... Please! I doubt you could since you enjoy taking it up–" Before Luna could complete her brutal sentence, Kieran responded to my question with a soft chuckle. "What? You don't believe I only came here to see you?" He asked, walking up to me in his gorgeously naked body. He proceeded to wrap his arms around my waist, planting a kiss on my forehead. "My little heart is hurt by that assumption."