Kirra Hart Novels & Stories

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

Rylan POV Kira is my half-cousin. She is my late uncle, Dax's step daughter. Her mother had her out of wedlock and she was casted out from her pack. After being found by Dax, he took her into the pack and made her his chosen Luna after he cruelly killed his fated mate for telling him brazenly that she has no feelings for him. Kira was sent out by Dax six months ago after he found out she was pregnant for a rogue of an alienated pack who wasn't even her mate.

he said softly, wiping away the tears that she didn't know was there. "He met Helena five years later and they have Keenan," She smile a little, remembering her little brother. "When I turn twelve Helena got into an accident, she didn't got hurt that bad but the driver who hit her car was intoxicated and my father just lost it." Kira pursed her lips before she continue, "He start to control everything and everyone that's around me. He checked all of their background and will threaten them if there's something that he didn't like. I've lost so many friends, and no boys dare enough to ask me out because of him but I didn't mind it that much, at least not anymore. But then last February he gave

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

Kira felt a kinship with Clayton because of their similar circumstances. She dragged her crippled leg and followed Clayton. Kira had no other choice because she could not be a model anymore. She did not have a degree either because she dropped out of high school to become a model. In the beginning, she had a great career, but she gradually lost the limelight. She relied on her so-called “editorial face” which was popular internationally. However, her looks were not sought after in Mediania because the audience did not like such looks.

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.

So as the woman stared at me again to be sure I was prepared for whatever it is she was about to say, I nodded my head in affirmation adjusting in my seat. "Firstly, as inquisitive as you are...you didn't even ask for my name." She said and i mentally scolded myself. I should never have missed that. "Ouch, my forgetfulness. Please what's your—" I was asking before she cut me off abruptly. "There's no need of asking anymore, I'm just about saying it. My name is Kira..last known witch of the spirits circle." She began but when she said last known witch, it made me wonder if other witches were all dead and gone.

Then, a figure stepped into the dim light of their small campfire, casting a long, distorted shadow. Zuri’s breath caught in her chest. It was Kira. She was alone, her usual confident stance now faltering. Her eyes flicked quickly to Hart and then to Zuri. “I— I thought I could trust the shadows,” Kira said, her voice strained. “But there’s no time. We need to move, now.”

His luna was enjoying herself on the long gray couch with a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream in her arms and a blanket which reeked of Andrin cocooning her. “What do you want?” she questioned Luca when he simply stood and stared at her. “You’ve magically grew your hair back long like when we’ve first met,” he blurted out. Karria snorted at him and shrugged. She decided after the bath that she would wear her long black wig again. She felt free with her short hair but maybe with her long one people would not stare at her anymore. “You don’t talk much do you?” “Only to people who I’m comfortable with,” she pointed out, “Now, what is it that you want?”

“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.”