Pokemon Kieran Novels & Stories

He only had Ailene, Eric and Levi. "If you don't want them to be your friends, then you can have me," Blaise declared one day. He had his dashing grin, those smiles that never wavered even at the sight of their adversary, Sean Olaire. But even so, Kieran remained passive. When the Krystalline Academy's Annual Tournament happened, and Lucian won with only his Telekinesis, Kieran knew. He had to surpass them all. Kieran was slowly granted his wishes. He was able to reach the second stage of the Earth Element. It should have relieved Kieran, then. He was already sixteen at that time.

Lucian's voice was ice. This wasn't the time. It was too soon—Sera couldn't know about this part of his life yet. She wasn't ready. He stepped forward, Kidd cowering behind him. "Calm down. We'll talk." Kieran's glare never left his brother. Where Kidd was clean-shaven and open-faced, Kieran wore an eyepatch over his right eye, tattoos winding up his left arm—their looks as opposite as their tempers. "Both of you will regret this," Kieran said flatly.

I expected her arm to be broken from that encounter. “It’s time to bring in the big guns,” Kieran smirked. “Get the ball to Kieran,” I smirked, understanding his plan. What we did not expect AT ALL, was for Kieran to go down mid air. We had managed to get the ball to him, and the plan was that he would use psychokinesis to get to the touchdown line. His mate raised her hand and when she put it down, Kieran appeared with the ball still in his arms, but he never made it to the line.

“For now.” When I returned to my pack, Kieran at my side, the tension was palpable. My mates were waiting for me—Kade, Rylan, and Aiden, each with their own unreadable expressions. Kade was the first to speak, his voice tight. “You’re bringing him into our pack?” I met his gaze without flinching. “Kieran is an ally. We need his knowledge if we’re going to defeat Malachai.” Rylan’s eyes narrowed, his distrust clear. “He’s a rogue. How do we know we can trust him?”

A white rabbit just came out of its burrow, hopping onto a nearby tree, wary of its surroundings. I ducked my head and peered at my unsuspecting prey through the tiny gaps within the bushes, while Liam’s wolf lowered beside me. ‘Kieran.’ A voice so gruff and raspy echoed in my ears, making me look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I never got to introduce myself. My name is Kieran. I am Liam’s wolf.’ ‘How are you…?’ ‘Liam temporarily handed me the reins, so I could coach you.’ ‘It’s nice to meet you, Kieran.’

“We are real. Lyra’s rule is law here.” Later, needing a break from numbers, Elira walked to the training yard. Kieran was there. At eight years old, he was all long legs and serious focus. His aunt, Corin, was teaching him. He blocked her slow strike well, his movements careful. Pleased, Corin laughed and messed up his hair. Kieran grinned a big, happy grin—and then tried a flashy, spinning move he had seen the older boys do. He messed it up. He almost fell. A flash of hot, angry frustration crossed his face, and in that moment, Elira felt it.

Because somewhere deep inside— He did. A blade came at him— He blocked it. Another— He ducked. A third— He countered. Breath steady. Eyes focused. And in that moment— He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t hesitant. He was exactly who he had always been. Kieran saw it. From across the fight— He saw it. And something in his chest tightened painfully. Because this— This was the Eli he knew. The one he had lost. The one he had been waiting for.

And I was doing just that. When I returned to Kieran that night, he was already waiting for me, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. His expression gave nothing away, but I knew he had been expecting me. I sat down beside him, feeling the weight of the night settle on my shoulders. "It’s working," I said simply. Kieran hummed. "Of course it is." I glanced at him. "You knew it would." He shrugged. "Damien’s not as complicated as he thinks he is. Strip away his power, and he’s just another fool desperate to own something he can’t have."

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

His teeth stood out in stark contrast against his tanned skin as he smiled down at me. "What is your identity?" I asked firmly, attempting to control the shake in my voice. "You are not a member of our group." The unknown individual descended from the tree, landing with the agility of a cat. "Kieran is my name," he stated, extending his hand. "I'm not from this area, just so you know." "Simply on my way." I looked cautiously at his hand, without reaching for it. "What is your purpose here in our domain?" Kieran made a gesture of indifference, appearing unaffected by my doubt. As I mentioned earlier, just passing by. Came across your small competition by chance. He had a glint of amusement in