Kiribaku Wattpad Novels & Stories

Talking about Diana, Mitbahl suddenly burst into tears, turning sorrow into strength, and suddenly jumped up, kicking towards Kirin. Seeing that the blond-hair man was injured. Perfect. Take advantage of his weakness!

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

Stephanie cooed at Jeremiah and her only responds was Jeremiah wrapping his arms around her and fixing his nose in between her neck and shoulder “Ehh…just a small joke Jer and you’re all ruffled up…” I teased causing the rest of the boys to burst into fits of laughter “Fuck off y’all” Jeremiah grumbled from his spot in Stephanie’s neck “Okay okay enough. Tell me more” James pressed on “Oh… oh then I saw Alpha Chaos and Beta Kiara’s wolf… damn talk about scary. And before you ask, we are not supposed to talk about their wolves” Stephanie replied “Beta Kiara? You’ve got to be shitting me” I cussed out

“Mayhap ‘tis not such a bad thing.” “I know very little of vampires,” Kira muttered as she picked up a garland of garlic, sniffed it, wrinkled her nose, and tossed it far away. “’Twould appear some of what I heard is correct. Therefore, I must assume all is correct. If he catches me, I will be bound to him forever. I cannot abide that. I just cannot.” “He is thy maker,” Agatha said softly. “He is also my rapist,” Kira spat.

Their mother was quite the daring one, she was also a very nasty troublemaker with quite the libido. She found her very comical and she was beginning to wonder what happened to her and why the triplets never spoke about her, not even once. Kiara ended up staying in her room all day, reading about someone's life and living the memories with her. She had gotten to the part where Marilyn found her mate and she didn't want to accept it. It was almost like reading a book and the climax was high, Kiara related to it because she got her mates and she didn't want to accept them because of how they treated her. Her concentration was broken when her door creaked open and she quickly threw the book und

“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.

“Oh dear, sorry. As I was saying, we travelled for three days, found an isolated hunter/gatherer that was adequate for my father’s trial rules and my to-be husband died in the ensuing battle, quite quickly and shamefully for someone of his size. The beast then changed targets and charged my hiding place, and believe it or not, we ended up killing each other after fighting for almost 12 hours. The hunt master was so impressed by someone so unassuming as myself ending the life of such a higher-tiered opponent that he allowed me to be reborn as a spirit of the hunt.” There was not one eye that was not as wide as a saucer after hearing Kiri’s story, and under everyone’s gaze, she seemed to turn

Kihara and Leila walked back to the pack house near evening. In Leila’s hands, three rabbits were held up by their scruff, dripping of blood were her knives had pierced them, very much dead. Kihara had tried once or twice to shoot a rabbit, but her gun hand still needed much training, and her heart like Leila had pointed out, needed toughening. Kihara’s stomach had held out for most of it, but she could not help feeling queasy. She’d eaten deer meat but she could not bare the thoughts of the rabbits flayed and cooked into rabbit stew.

Reaching the gate, we met a truck driving in. Kiara being curious, as she has been since a kid, I heard her asking her wolf to stop running and see who was inside the truck. “You can't be serious, princess. Do you want Benna to catch up with you again?“ I asked while alert at the back of my wolf's head. “I am only curious. Can we move on?“ She asked, and when I hummed in response, she said to her wolf, 'Keep running, Raika. Remember, it's now your turn to save me.“

I smiled to myself as I watched them, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace settle in my chest. Hibiki, of course, had his own unique way of experiencing bedtime stories. He’d ask questions, making up his own versions of the tale, or demand that Jiro repeat his favorite parts over and over again. It was a ritual, and one I was beginning to love. I could hear their laughter now, as Hibiki declared that the hero of the story needed to fight a dragon with a sword made of spaghetti. Jiro, always the good sport, would play along, making up ridiculous lines about how spaghetti was the most powerful weapon in the world. It was moments like these—small, yet so significant—that made me realize how m