Kira Stand Novels & Stories

Kira spoke almost robotically. The next image I saw was Kira standing ahead of my group of warriors. She was in her head speaking to her wolf. 'Esther is gonna kill me.' She said to her wolf. She wasn't expecting Jax to know a way into the Witches kingdom I thought to myself. "Alpha! Keep your mind clear. You are just to be watching." I heard in the background. I did as the voice said and cleared my mind once again. I sat back and watched the conversation disperse between Jax and Tony again, except I was in Kira's head. 'Shit! You shouldn't have let that warrior come. He is going to find out the truth!' Her wolf growled. I watched as Tony turned towards Kira a

Kira wore a black scarf over her face and kept her back to the wall like she expected to be hunted. “You don’t know what he’s done,” she said. “Then tell me.” “There’s not just seventeen,” she whispered. “That was the first wave. There’s a second.” I froze. “Where?” “I don’t know. But they’re being accelerated, Grown faster. Conditioned harder. No names. Just numbers.” My stomach churned. “What does he want from Miranda?” Kira looked at me, eyes shining with fear. “He wants her to merge them.” “What do you mean?”

Becka whispered as she smiled lightly. Amir spent the next couple of hours with his princess Kira. He was so fascinated with his little offspring. He still had his mind on Amira, he was going to see her and he was yet to see his son too. He felt joy consume him. The gods had blessed him by giving him another chance to be with the only woman he had ever loved and the first seed of his loins. He called one of the maids to watch over Kira since, Becka was still asleep. He quickly left. She had been gone a long time, or what seems to be a long time.

Chapter 67. *.* Kira stood in a concealed area in the passageway, waiting for Max. She didn't know how she would feel about the whole setup, but she felt she just had to do it to please Max. Although she was very much scared of him. "Kira," she heard a voice call out to her as she turned and met the gaze of Max. She quickly bowed to acknowledge his presence, but he was not ready for pleasantries as he moved close to her.

Ready. Then Oakley climbs out, magic humming faintly around him like a soft glow. And finally Kieara steps out. She stands tall, shoulders squared, eyes sharp as she takes in the territory. Her wolf is right under her skin—I can feel it—but she’s holding steady. Not shrinking. Not bristling. Just… present. Strong. I nod to myself. “Yeah,” I murmur. “This is going to be interesting.” But not in a bad way. In a new beginning kind of way.

Kira's POV As soon as my alarm clock rang out, I opened my eyes. It was 4pm in the evening and I had opted to take a nap before the big event. Immediately, I dashed out of my bed, with a big smile on my face. However, I almost stumbled due to the force at which I stood up. "I can't wait!" I said, with a squeal and then walked into my bathroom. I wanted to get ready for the day, as the big mating festival was happening that night.

a soft, musical voice chided from the plush leather sofa. A striking girl named Kira stood up, her movements so fluid and silent she seemed to float across the Persian rug. She had long, silver-blonde hair and eyes that looked like liquid gold in the firelight. She stepped up to Yolande, a gentle, radiant smile on her face as she reached out, her cool fingers lightly brushing Yolande's arm. The moment their skin met, Yolande felt a faint, pleasant hum of energy, a welcoming vibration that made her feel instantly accepted. "I'm Kira. Don't mind Shaw; he has the tact of a wild animal. We are simply overjoyed that you are here."

Children darted between the legs of adults, laughing, chasing, alive. It was not what it had been before the fires. It would never be what it had been. But it was closer. And soon, Nathan thought, it would be more. At the heart of it all was Kira. She stood in the center of the market, her hands on her hips, her hair pulled back, her face streaked with dust and sweat. She was sixteen—younger than most of the people she led, older than any of them in ways that had nothing to do with years.

He was clearly defining the official nature of their bond, and while it stung Zoriana, it hurt far less than seeing Tristan looking so comfortable with his sweet date. Kira gasped, her hands flying to her face as realization hit. “Oh! So you are the famous first female Alpha... Oh my goodness, I never expected to actually meet you. It’s such an honour! Can I take a picture with you?” Zoriana stared at her in disbelief. Kira’s pleading eyes showed she was dead serious, treating Zoriana like a legitimate celebrity. Kira snapped a photo, beaming at her phone as if she’d just won the lottery.

“Not him. I already asked Jack, and he said he never threatened Richard with our father’s case. He even looked genuinely confused. I watched his face the whole time—he wasn’t lying.” Before we could delve deeper into that thought, a loud and deliberate clapping sound echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. We all turned in unison, our bodies tense. Kira. She strolled in slowly, that infuriating smirk permanently glued to her lips like war paint. She moved like she owned the place, like our panic was a comedy show she had front row seats for. “No weapon fashioned against me and my dad shall prosper,” she declared dramatically, raising her arms like she was giving a sermon to an invisible