Kira Death Novels & Stories

"Ms. Kira. Stop pretending to be the good guy!” Kevin glared at Kira's exquisite face, indignantly defending his sweetheart, “I don’t need your patronage. Everything I’ve done is all for revenge for Caroline! It’s all because of you! Caroline’s dad ended up in jail, you ruined Caroline’s life. You're a capitalist. Losing a business partner is too good for you! in my eyes, you deserve to die."

They watched. Kira’s Free Wolves circled the Court but didn’t enter. Testing. Waiting to see if Luna’s “choice” was real or just another pretty lie. On the fourth day, Kira came to Luna alone. No chain this time. “You let him live,” Kira said. Not a question. “After everything he did. Why?” Luna was sitting on the steps, watching the fourth moon. It was brighter tonight. “Because killing him wouldn’t bring back the dead. And it wouldn’t make me different from him.”

"Kira. You didn't sleep in this dress. I laid it out last night, remember? On the chair." "I must have been half-asleep," I said. Lena didn't look convinced but kept lacing. "Kira, are you sure you're okay? You seem... off." I wanted to tell her everything. About the journal, about being knocked unconscious with magic, about the resurrection ritual that required my death. But what could she do? What could anyone do at this point? "Just pre-ceremony jitters," I said. She didn't look convinced but didn't push.

*Kiara's POV* My daily dose of torture had just begun. Yesterday, I was injected with a lethal mixture of silver and wolfsbane. Just like always, not too much to kill me but just enough to "put me down" as they said. Today was a punishment for my "behaviour" yesterday. I might've killed a guy. Derek to be precise. He was my "personal torturer" as he called it and also the guard in charge of my cell. But not for no reason. I'm certainly not as bad as them. He made the mistake of his life. He literally tried to rape me. No one has ever touched me since Eric, my late mate died. And no one would for the rest of my life. That was the real reason they injected me with something so lethal.

Kir leans back on the bed and sighs, "you should be more wary of my abilities. I could hear everything you two talked about. Your question about how Lina and I are able to be friends despite my involvement in her brother's death? The pain from his death brought us together." "So you really were involved? Then are you the one who killed him? Were you the one that the officers saw when they discovered his body?" Alex asks. Kir turns away from him, making Alex think that she's done with the conversation. "I might as well have been the one who did it. He wouldn't have died if it weren't for me after all. But no, I wasn't there when they discovered his body, my father was. No more questions, I'm

Clara said, avoiding Riana’s eyes. “Claraaaa…..” “Ok fine. I did think of shoving that ice pick through his neck….for a mere moment.” Clara was getting herself ready for the long lecture that was coming ahead but to her surprise the lecture was short. “Clara, I know you were very angry and anxious. But please remember that you can not stain your beautiful hands with blood. Killing is wrong no matter what. So you can never do that.” Riana gave her a warm smile followed by a hug.

I knew he was involved in dirty business but why will she kill her boss? [Meaning: She killed Luciano] I left without saying a word to Alizo and went to my room. Thoughts about Reina clouded me. She was a killer and a dangerous one too. But when I saw her at the party, she was drunk, wild and innocent. Her soft brown eyes hid a lot of emotions and unspoken words but also held danger. I still cannot believe that those little hands have killed and stabbed many. But why will she become a killer? I didn't even care about the document cause the information there was false. Silver did die but everything else was just rubbish.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

"Kira, we didn't have time for this. Just tell me where she was. Was she sick? If she couldn't walk, Cade or Liam could carry her. We just needed to move before the guards realized we were gone." Finally, the latter sighed heavily and said she couldn't keep pretending anymore. She looked up at me, and the expression in her eyes made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It wasn't fear of the Alphas; it was a deep, hollow grief that looked like it had been there for a long time. “She's dead Cora,” Kira dropped the bombshell.

she says tightly. Most children her age don't fully understand the concept of reality and what is real and what isn't. But Kira wasn't like most children. She was the daughter of a brutal mafia leader and had no doubt experienced the sight of death during her short time on earth more times than the average adult. But even so, just because she knew about what death entailed didn't mean that she was immune to the shadow that shrouded the word.