Kyra Harper Novels & Stories

And Kyra had done the half-dragging and half-shoving me down the stairs to witness Adler staring into another woman's face the same way he looked into mine. Time and again, when she beamed at him, my stomach churned and my sight swirled. Nothing looked real anymore. "They look good together, don't they?" Kyra asked beside me. Holding onto her glass of sparkling water. She was dressed for work and even had an earpiece stuck to her right ear. Was there ever a time when she was winding down? Yeah, there was, and she had shoved me to drown. Was that why she held only water? "Yes," I said, returning my gaze to Athena, who was now softly dabbing Adler's mouth with a napkin. My cheeks went hot. "Th

He was operating on less than three hours of sleep, and the memory of Lucian’s hand on his waist was an agonizing, constant phantom presence. He worked in solitude for twenty minutes, burying himself in the terminal's complex data, using the numbers as a shield against reality. The door opened precisely at 0605, but it wasn't Lucian who entered. It was Kyra. Kyra was a high-ranking, fiercely ambitious female Alpha in her own right—a tactical genius who was often rumored to be Lucian's political successor if anything were to happen to him. She moved with a sharp, controlled energy, and her scent, while less aggressive than Lucian's, was pure, focused dominance. She was not on the Janus team,

I like to think of her as a goddess and as a goddess the filthy werewolves were no fit to touch her. Freya would smile curtly and chuckled when need be. She curated herself in such a way that anyone watching right now would think that she had been a royal werewolf all her life. She really was the daughter of Demitri— I halted right there on my words. Oslo had gotten into my mind. That fucker! He disengaged from the physical body contact of interlocking his arm with hers and I knew Jude was about business now. No more joking around. “Dear Freya, tell me, I heard you used to be an omega,” Jude stated more like a fact than a question.

Katya sighed, “What do you want?” Nick said, “I need your help.” And proceeded to tell her about the Lycan Annihilators and the threats they posed. When he was through, he was breathing heavily. “They did this to you?” Katya asked. Nick nodded. “Then they must be very dangerous.” Katya concluded. Then she asked, “Why have you come here when you could have asked Zaq for help?” “I did. He turned me down.” Nick explained. “If he turned you down, what makes you think I'll help you?” Katya asked, shaking her head.

When Epheba rose again she would get her revenge on those despicable lycans. Kyra's eyes were full of hidden pain and anger. She would never forget the day that her life changed forever. The day she decided to no longer be good and get revenge for her people even though it meant losing herself in the process. She wanted to see the lycan defeated and destroyed. She wanted them to feel more pain than what she went through at their hands. Kyra didn't care if she died in the process. She remembered when the Lycans attacked her village and killed everyone including…. Her husband and child. She was found by the dark witches when she was on the brink of death. They offered that she join them to get

“Kyra is the only surviving witch. It makes sense, doesn’t it? She came here for revenge. For the massacre of her people. And somewhere along the line… she fell in love with Lucian.” A thick silence blanketed the room. Zarreth’s face darkened. “So, what you’re saying,” he growled, “is that she tried to murder me?” “If you see it that way—yes,” Darain replied. “She’s been hiding in plain sight all along.” Zarreth’s jaw clenched. “And Lucian? He knew? He helped her?” “I don’t believe that,” Morgana interjected coolly from the corner. Her tone was calm, almost detached.

“And I know I said some harsh things. But I swear to you, Kayla, I have nothing against you. My fight isn’t with you. It never was.” “Then who is your fight with?” Harper’s eyes darkened. "Kira and anyone who protects her.” I pulled my hand back. “She’s my twin.” “She’s dangerous,” Harper snapped. “She killed my sister. And she’s been walking around free, playing the victim, while Caroline rots in the ground.”

Silence slammed into the room. Rune pulled back sharply. Tierney studied me. Then smiled, thin and satisfied. “Oh, we know why,” he said. “Kyra is an rare Omega.” The word struck at my insides in shock. At least, I hoped that's how it was seen. I'd always knew, that Kyra was special or something, because for one, she had a very very weird scent that tasted bitter on my tongue. Omega. Rare. Mythic. Endangered. The room seemed to tilt.

Kyle gags playfully, "You are irreplaceable my love. All the other girls are heartbreakers." Kyra sighs exasperatedly, "Both of you need to find a girlfriend, it gets lonely being the only girl here, you know?" She looks at me and narrows her eyes, "Did you meet anyone special at the conference?" Words fail me as I remember Yana's beautiful face and her enchanting smile. A blush creeps up my face and their mouths hang open in shock! "Bro, next time you lead with that bit of information okay!" Kyra slaps my arm and gets off the bed, grabbing her jacket. "Who is she? Where is she from?" She fires rapidly with a wide grin plastered on her face.

None of these would have been possible without her. She had aided the pack in many ways than the alpha family had done in years. She had remained persistent and faithful despite the constant rejection and insults that came her way. She was the true definition of a heroine and a kind hearted being and he couldn't Express his gratitude less. Kyra played a big role in their victory against the wolf hunters and the vampires as well. In fact, she carried most of the fight and they wouldn't have won if not for her. He was now convinced that their meeting was not an accident. They had already been destined to be mates, and the pack had been destined to win only by her aid.