Novel & Cerita Monster High Kieran Valentine

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND.

I just wanted to prevent myself from morphing and raping somebody just to ease my heat . “Thank you,” I whispered gratefully, as I returned the empty bottle to him while I felt my body slowly reverting back to its original state. A small smile tugged at his cupid bow lips as he mumbled, “Don't mention it. I'm Kieran,by the way.” as he held his free hand out to me while he slipped the small plastic back container back into his pocket with the other one. However, before I could respond, the sudden screeching of tires caught my attention. I looked at the vehicle that was on idle beside us. It was Sabrina…

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

Crystal POV I hoped they would be able to bring down the monster because, if they do, I’d be happy that my plan worked, despite Valeria making it look like I gave the wrong idea and she gave the right one, when it’s supposed to be the other way around. The monster dropped to one knee after Kieran used his claw against his knee. It was a severe injury, but Kieran didn’t care. It was all about winning the fight, and he was thrilled that Valeria gave him the best idea.

she asked, and he nodded. “Now that damn dog is trying to take her away from me, but I will kill him before he even gets a chance.” He was not joking, and Tia knew it. Kieran is a strong and powerful vampire with many abilities. He never jokes about killing and all those who know him know that when he says something he means it. right then before Tia could say something else Shannon and Austin came in from the balcony where Kieran’s eyes have been fixed. They were holding hands and that seemed to fuel Kieran’s anger as he commanded the shadows. Soon Austin was enveloped by them, he could not breathe. Shannon saw this and looked at the source.

The following morning, Valtor's grandmother and Annie hastened to Kieran's residence, determined to address the matter at hand. As they presented Alpha Kael's letter, Kieran seemed inclined to decline their proposal, citing Valtor's unworthiness of his daughter. However, Valtor's grandmother passionately interceded, assuring Kieran that she would ensure his daughter's well-being and happiness. Just as the conversation reached a pivotal point, Valeria made a timely entrance, her presence poised to potentially alter the course of the discussion.

“This is going to sound insane, but I think you're my sister.” I blinked at him, sure the hunger was making me hallucinate. “That's not possible. I don't have any siblings.” “Half-sister,” he corrected, his voice gaining confidence. “Same mother, different fathers. My name is Kieran Valdris.” The surname. Even in our isolated pack, everyone knew that name. The Valdris family ruled the most powerful pack in North America—the Crimson Moon Pack. “You're lying.” But even as I said it, I knew he wasn't. The familiar scent, the way his features echoed mine—the same nose, the same stubborn chin.