Kira Stand Novels & Stories

"And I'm not staying because your pack knelt. I'm staying because if I leave, people I love will die. And I'm staying because..." I swallow. "...because for two years I've had the same nightmare and no one could make it stop. And last night, with your scent in the room, I slept without dreaming for the first time." Kade's breath catches. "I will stay until my stitches heal. Until the rogue threat is handled. Seven days. As a guest of Dark Moon. Not as your Luna. Not as your mate. As Kira Reyes, human liaison, under pack protection. With my own room and my own rules."

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

Wren spilled a little content on his finger, inspecting it. "And something else," I could smell a different mix to it, but I couldn't identify what it was. And this was what they wanted to inject into my mate. "You think they knew something about Cirilla?" Stefan's voice came on. I spared a glance at Cirilla, she was with some warriors but her eyes were on me. "That she isn't human? Yes. They fucking knew," I growled, rage pulsing in my veins. This was bad.

POV: Kira The request comes in the late afternoon, when the light in the study has turned the color of old honey and the air inside the private wing feels heavier than usual. “Kira.” I look up from the correspondence I have been copying. Stefan is seated behind his desk, but the papers are pushed aside into an untidy stack he has clearly abandoned. One hand rests against his left shoulder, fingers pressing lightly through the dark fabric of his shirt as if testing something that still pulls and aches beneath the skin.

Kira moved forward one step and flashed a ruthless glare in her eyes as she did so. " I'm about to leave to go have a conversation with her. It's conceivable that she got disoriented and needs help, so keep an eye out for her." As Kira continued to approach Hera, the vampire princess turned around to look at her, and it was obvious that she was taken aback by what she saw. "Who are you?" She introduced herself by stating, "I'm Kira, a member of the Moonlight Pack," in an attempt to come across as approachable and nice as possible. "For what reason have you traveled all the way to our territory?"

Kira said while trying to pull herself free " I'm not going to let you leave until you say thank you" " bro, just let go of the girl" " shut the hell up Winter, this has nothing to do with you. now go on Kira, say thank you" " Ouch! my head hurts" Kira placed her hand on her temple which felt like it would explode at any moment

She was free with no guards or chains. Dante said, "How did you get out?" Kira said, "It does not matter. I am coming with you." I said, "No you cannot come with us.". Kira said she knew Rael very well and could help us. Kira said, "I know his weaknesses and what he is afraid of. I can help you talk to him." Dante did not trust her. He said, "You betrayed us before. Why should we trust you now?" Kira said, "I am not asking for forgiveness. I am offering to help you in exchange for one thing: to protect my children."

Ten hours earlier: Kira: I've gone out for drinks with my four friends. I’m wearing a very short, black and tight dress, I didn't even bothered to put on abra. Under the dress I wear a red thong. I also wear hyper high redheels. I haven't fucked someone in weeks. Withdrawal is taking its toll on me. My libido is out of control, so much so that I'm hallucinating with Patrick Amíntoros

(A Few Hours Later) Her name was Kira Lean, fast, and ruthless. Not bonded to any pack, raised in the shadowlands where wolves either died young or learned to kill early. She stood before me, her chin high, one eyebrow raised. “You want me to play bait?” “I want you to play quiet,” I replied. “Infiltrate. Observe. And report.” Kira’s eyes gleamed. “And if he recognizes me?” “You know what to do.” She grinned. “Break his bones before he calls for help.”

"Fighting amongst yourself won't solve anything. This meeting is proof that things need to change in this pack." A very old man stood up. "Who are you to question how we do things here? We know you're not Princess Mira! You may look like her, but you have no right to impersonate her and try to command us!" "I'm not here as Mira, but as myself," Kira said. "And I have every right to speak, seeing as it's my life you're trying to decide." "You do not speak without —" Kira's eyes flashed. One a deep green, and the other a bewitching amber.