Kira From The Dark Crystal Novels & Stories

She fell quiet, her brows furrowed. “You said you want to tell me something,” Lyra looked at me, and I nodded. I leaned back in my chair and took a breath. “There’s a reason I never told you before. I was waiting. Waiting to see if you would inherit any powers. And now… I suppose it’s time you knew.” “Knew what?” she asked quietly. “That you come from a long line of powerful women, Lyra. Women who were born with special gifts. Some could see the future. Some could manipulate elements - air, earth, water, and fire. Others, like me, had the ability to heal using herbs and the energy of flowers.”

Her jaws snapped shut around his arm, crushing it with a sickening crunch. Newton screamed in agony, his free hand glowing as he conjured another spell. Before he could cast it, she slammed her paw into his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. She stood over him, her growls vibrating through the clearing. Kira stood there, trembling in anger and her bones began to crack. She slowly began to transform into human but her transformation back wasn’t complete, her claws were still extended, sharp and deadly, while her fangs peeked out from under her lips. She was breathtakingly terrifying...a goddess of vengeance, raw and untamed. But she was also naked, vulnerable despite the fire burning

“I’m playing with a storm bigger than both of us.” Ryker looked to the sky. The storm clouds above twisted and churned, flashes of lightning glinting like veins of fire. “Then let’s make sure she thinks she's won.” Kira stepped forward, kneeling in the wet grass. She placed the cub gently in the center of a ring of ancient stones, each marked with a sigil from an old Mayan script. The air began to vibrate as she raised her hands. Silver light flowed from her fingertips, spiraling into the sky.

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!"

I flung the paper in my hand aggressively to the table. It was delivered to my room hours after I got back from school. It was a letter which said I should leave the pack house as soon as I got it. "You read it I suppose?" He asked to make sure I did. "Of course I bloody did" "Then what is the problem?" I scoffed. "I can't leave this pack, I have a mate here" "Having a mate here doesn't change who you are. A witch" he spat in anger. My name is Kira and yes I am a witch. A hybrid to be precise. You might ask, what is a hybrid doing at a pack house? Well, this is how it happened.

Not in surrender. Not in worship. But in testimony. One of them stood. She was older than most, her hair silver-streaked, her face worn by salt and frost and grief. She removed her veil. “My name is Kira,” she said. “Once, I served in Elara’s southern court. I watched her burn her enemies and bless their ashes.” She looked at Seren. “I thought you’d be her. Or worse.” More murmurs. “But when I saw you at the summit, when you didn’t ask for power, but stood in fire to stop blood, I remembered something.”

she said mockingly. “How do you know about us?” Caleb snarled, crouching low. Kira eyes glowed red. “I know everything.” "Who are you, and what do you want?" Caleb asked again, eyes narrowing in his humanoid wolf form, claws gleaming like obsidian. Kira smiled—slow and taunting. "You Thanes are very popular, you know," she said coolly, brushing dust from her shoulder. "Your parents are Legends in the supernatural world." My fist clenched. “You’re going to regret touching Julianna.”

Both of her eyes are the same icy silver-green color, wrapped in mom’s golden honey color circling her pupils. Kira is the baby and our youngest sister, and she wholeheartedly believes that we "the triplets" were adopted as a punishment to her. Kira has a head full of dark chestnut-brown curls, laced with butterscotch-colored highlights, big ocean blue-green eyes, and the same golden honey color wrapped around her pupils.

Darkness quickly devoured her, petrifying her as terror filled her veins. She stared helplessly at Noorh's direction. She couldn't move. She couldn't even scream for help. Diel heard the voices that began to plague Kiran's mind. It eventually brought her to her knees, her pained sobs drowning in the shadows that surrounded her. The light of the crystal didn't fade away and disappear easily, unless someone used magic to snuff it out. Khas smiled at Diel. "I guess we both have an uncanny attraction toward her, don't you think?"

“I will try and be as patient as possible. Weird you are not resisting. Resist, it turns me on harder.“ He pushed her to the floor, groping her in places she wouldn't allow, but she did nothing to fight against his violation and stayed still. His lips found her neck; she closed her eyes in disgust as he kissed her. Tears slipped off her eyelids. She wanted to push him off her, but after witnessing the deaths of the doctor and Landon, she was mentally exhausted, triggering her into shock. “Snap out of it, Selena!“ She could hear Kiara. Her eyes darted around trying to find her, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. “Snap out of it; you can't allow him to violate you so easily. Remember who you