Pokemon Kieran Novels & Stories

Kieran said, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. “Another one?” Lyra laughed. “Are we sure it’s not just another rumor? This place has more new students than I have pairs of shoes!” “I’m telling you, it’s true!” Kieran insisted, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. “They say he’s a dragon shifter and can control fire! I bet he’ll be a star at the tournament!” “Great, another competitor to keep an eye on,” I said, shaking my head. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t have any plans for mischief.”

"And his victim won't wake up. Also, based on my experience, he has telepathy." "Yes, that's true, but he has other more abilities. Sir Kieran is stronger in terms of physical prowess, but DE01's specialty is unique and deadlier. Apart from what you said, he can transfer his consciousness into another organism and steal the ability of his victim. Do you know that his original body is dead?"

Ronan will forever be the most exciting element in my life. First, there’s Kieran. My sweet, careful, hopelessly romantic Kieran, who is so obviously, painfully in love with the Redmaw savage he’s trying to pass off as a "strategic advisor." He’s definitely strategically advising his cock straight into Kieran on the regular. Which I love for my friend. He deserves happiness and copious amounts of excellent sex. He was blushing like a virgin bride, his polished Alpha-mask cracking every time Alexei looked at him.

Kieran came out wearing ripped jeans and a shirt with the two buttons on the top open. Kieran was lean and tall. His slender legs packed with muscled and his long hair fell on his shoulders. He was very handsome with his pitch-black eyes that would turn red whenever he fed. Shannon stood and admired him as he spoke with Tia and telling her that they are leaving and making arrangements as to when they will meet again.

Because Kieran in training mode was lethal. Fitted black t-shirt. Gray joggers that hung sinfully low on his hips. Barefoot. Tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, strands on dark hair falling over his forehead. Every muscle on his body flexed when he demonstrated a move, and when he dropped into a crouch, motioning for her to attack, she actually had to stop and stare. “What?” he asked, mouth twitching. “You’re… I mean I was just distracted,” she said flatly.

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

"Young, foolish Kieran, thinking he can spend eternity with his precious little Onyx mate." He turned and smirked through the smoke. "Did you really think you would have a future with her?" Kieran started to shift. His arms bulged as thick muscles and fur erupted. His bones snapped loudly, reshaping, taking the form of his beast. Through all this, Khal just watched with amusement. As the smoke swirled, his face kept coming into view before disappearing again, revealing blood red eyes. Kieran shifted halfway and took a threatening step towards Khal. "Where is she?" He snarled.

The scent of sweat and earth filled the air. "This will be your battleground," the priestess said. "Here, you will learn. Here, you will become who you were meant to be." I took a deep breath. "Where do we start?" "With pain." The priestess gestured, and a tall, muscular man stepped forward. "Meet Kieran. He will be your sparring partner." Kieran smirked. "Hope you’re ready to get knocked down, princess." Fiona growled. "Oh, I like him. Let’s wipe that smirk off his face."

He had tried his best to erase the ugly memories from his mind and heart, but there were days they just didn't go away. “Have you heard… that two-faced chameleon might actually get married. ” Kieran broke his chain of thought. He did not need to ask who it was. Kieran lived to bring Eutychus down whatever chance he got. Unlike Alaric, Kieran was very vocal with his thoughts, even the ones that should never leave his head. Kieran stood tall and bulky, the perfect definition of a “Big bad wolf”. His only flaw was that he mostly spoke without thinking. “Who is so unlucky to be paired with the chameleon?” Alaric asked totally uninterested.

Kieran could see how he favored the right side of his body by putting his weight to his left. Kieran stayed on his battle stance, menacingly growling. His bloody fangs were exposed and ready to rip. "Your effort will just be wasted, Alpha. You are no equal to the power of Dolio" the man snickered while wielding his hands with another energy blast, bigger than the previous. Kieran set his eyes on the tempestuous ball of energy in the man's hands. Gritting his teeth with his thoughts, the power of the raging ball will surely severe his body once hit by the blast.