Kira From Dark Crystal Novels & Stories

Mother Lucia gripped her hands while the crystal stayed in between them. "Oh, Lady Hecate. I beg of you this time, please reverse all that which might have happened and give a second chance to your descendants." Kira chanted alongside her. "Derivare in universum!" Mother Lucia yelled and the Oval shaped crystal turned.

She couldn't. Kira stood in the center of the room, her feet lifted two inches off the concrete floor. The dark violet hue of the Blood Heir essence wasn't just under her skin anymore; it was leaking out of her eyes, her fingertips, and her hair, turning into a blinding, white-hot aura. She began glowing with a light so fierce it completely drowned out the blue glow of the computer monitors. "Kira! Cut the connection!" I screamed, pulling myself up by the edge of a server cabinet. My skin felt tight, the static electricity in the air thick enough to taste like copper. "You can’t enter the mind of every wolf in this city! You can't sustain this!"

Kira gently coaxes Whisper out of her hiding place in her pocket, and she flits over to me, hovering above my hand. "This is Whisper, an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic. She's been with me for centuries, waiting for the right person to take care of her, she was meant for you." "OMG! Kira! She is a magical being! and mine? I love her Thank you!" she flutters onto my shoulder hiding in my hair.

“I can fight it. You forget—I’m not like the rest of them.” “She can survive it,” Nora says, eyes gleaming. “It would hurt, yes. But she’s strong enough. After all Kira is half druid, And this way, we get rid of two birds with one stone.” Conan looks between us, confused. “I don’t get it.” Nora smiles like a cat who just cornered a mouse. “Think, Conan. Kira’s not Elric’s daughter. She’s a werewitch—half druid, half werewolf. You think Elric would be proud of that? All he would think is that Kasha betrayed him.”

I guessed and pointed at the tall man with tattoos and ear piercings, “I think you are Alpha Kai’s?” She smiled, “Good girl, you guessed right.” I feel happy to get on her good side, and another one, a female with blonde hair and blue eyes butted in. She had ocean blue eyes that I felt like drowning in, “I am Kira. The Queen of the Witch realm.” I couldn’t believe that a creature this beautiful existed, she took my breath away, “Wow, you’re so beautiful.” I can’t help but comment. She chuckled, her cheeks reddening and I felt my heart warming at her sight. She has this cute charismatic charm that pulls you in and I couldn’t explain how.

Starlight crystallization sites had been identified and were being monitored for the next lunar eclipse. Lerder was sixty-three now, silver-haired and weathered, but still leading the coalition with the same determination he'd brought to the war decades before. Kira had died two years prior—peacefully, in her sleep, after a good life lived fully. And Eira, now twenty-six, had become one of the lead researchers on the reconstitution project. His daughter had never given up on bringing Elara back, despite knowing what it meant for her parents' relationship. "Another five years," she told him one evening as they reviewed progress reports. "Maybe less if the eastern negotiators can speed up the

"Silver doesn't work on you?" "I absorbed the immunity from Subject Nineteen. He could touch silver without pain. Now so can I." Kira stepped through the bent bars into Zara's cell. "I've absorbed forty three different abilities. Strength. Speed. Healing. Immunity to silver. Resistance to fire. Enhanced senses. Each kill makes me stronger." She grabbed Zara by the throat, lifting her off the ground despite the silver chains. "And now I'm here for yours." "Kira, wait!" Elena screamed from her cell. "I'm your mother! Please!"

Kira walked away with the memory of Knight's hands on her and the knowledge that was all she could let herself have. She was twenty-eight years old and a Special Forces operative. Her life belonged to the Strike Force. But for the first time in a long, long time, Kira wished it didn’t. ________________________

I led Winter into the woods, finding a secluded spot, and patiently waited for her to shift. Observing her quietly, I marvelled as she gracefully removed her clothes and transformed into her wolf form, the elegant and beautiful Kira. Her fur, a soothing beige, looked incredibly soft and abundant, setting her apart from the typical appearance of a wolf. It gave her an air of gentleness and fragility, but I knew better than to underestimate her; as a gamma, Kira possessed strength and resilience.

Her eyes connected to mine, and a breath caught in my throat at the sight. They weren't just blue. They were glowing a blinding blue. Then I heard it. The voice in my head, reaching out to me. To Ryker. The presence intruding had a strong aura. "Hello Ryker," I heard in a faint whisper before Cirilla passed out in my arms. Ryker was also stunned. "It was her wolf," I nodded, pressing her body against mine, shocked. "Yes, it was," ***** Cirilla's Point Of View