Novel & Cerita Pokemon Kieran

Slowly, a smile spreads on his face and he punches Kim's shoulder. Then they laugh as Kieran walks in to meet his two other best friends, Quinn and Leon. "Dude, cover that thing!", Quinn shouts while Leon throws him some shorts. He puts on the shorts and sits on a couch. "What are you doing here by this time, Kieran?", Leon asks him. "He fought with his mate", Quinn replies. Kieran glare at him as he continues to explain. "We went to the Clear waters pack at the southern border of the territory to ask for their allegiance, he found his mate there but he's been treating her like shit".

“Oh wow. It’s such an honor to meet you.” Laying it on a little thick, aren’t we? Artemis Teases. Maybe. But honestly, I want to see how long it takes this guy to realize I’m from his own pack. Kieran holds out his Hand. “I’m Kieran Vale. Alpha heir of the Moonridge Pack. Maybe you've heard of me?” I blink. Give him my best innocent look. “Oh! Wow. Nice to meet you.” I shake his hand and jolt. It’s like static, but heavier. Electric. His hand grips mine a second too long. I look up. His expression has shifted. Briefly. A flicker of confusion. Did he feel it too?

Kieran or Jax. To be continued…

I nudged Bryan who haven't said a single word since I started the discussion “Well, I haven't said anything because, what I have in mind to say might make all of you angry, so I prefer to keep my opinion to myself”. Bryan replied. "We want to hear it, right guys?”. I asked Hardin and Scott and they nodded. "Don't get mad when I air my opinion. I support Kieran”. He replied . "You are joking right?”. I asked Bryan. "Kieran is not dumb, neither is he stupid or insane. I still believe that Kieran is the one using Pearl, not Pearl using him”.

And my fighting skills were a mess. Doubt crawled into my chest. Maybe I wasn’t strong enough. Maybe I was foolish to think I could do this. Maybe I'm just not good enough. “I will kill you motherfuckers.” Kieran growled, punching the force field. "You are kind, loving, and gentle," Kieran had said earlier. "You would give anything a second chance." And then, his last words before the fight started. "I swear on everything true on this Earth. If anything as much as a scratch comes to the body of my woman, I will tear you apart bit by bit."

The hood lowered slowly, revealing a man I thought I would never see again—broad-shouldered, sun-brown skin, the faint scar across his temple exactly where it had been the day we trained together on the ridge. Kieran. My oldest friend from the pack. The only wolf besides Kael who ever knew how fast I could run, how deeply I feared the mantle Rydan tried to force on me, how much of myself I had buried to stay alive. “Kieran?” I whispered. His eyes softened with a mixture of disbelief and relief. “Moon above, it really is you.” Kael’s stance snapped sharper. “What is he doing here?” Kieran lifted his hands slightly, palms open. “I’m not with Rydan. Not with Lio. Not with anyone except myself.”

Just like Kieran he looked like a fucking god expect Cast had green eyes and light hair a striking difference to the dark storm of Kieran. Cast sauntered over to Kieran and licked his lips. “It's been a while since I've seen you so excited Kieran. I can smell your pre cum waiting for my tongue right now. Kieran she made a mistake, let her go and I'll make it worth your wild.” I looked at both of my mates like I was watching a tennis match each other waiting for the other to make a move. Kieran smiled back at me dangerously. Fuck. “Only if she stays and watches.”

Celeste giggled beside him, burying her face in his shoulder like his insult was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. I looked at Kieran, waiting for him to unleash his aura and tear Cain's throat out. But instead, Kieran just stayed relaxed in his chair. No rage. No killing intent. He smiled at Cain. Slow, cold, mysterious. A smile that made even my skin crawl. His intelligent gray eyes watched Cain like he was a mouse that had voluntarily walked straight into a steel trap. "Garbage, huh?" Kieran's voice dropped, sensual but lethal. He reached out and deliberately placed his large hand over mine in my lap, squeezing gently with a possessiveness that made my heart stutter.

“Dominick, this could be a trap. We can’t trust him.” Kieran laughed, his eyes flicking between them. “I expected as much. But I’m not here for trust. I’m here because Eryndor misled me. He used me, dumped me, and now I want payback. And like it or not, you’re the only ones who can help me get it.” Dominick’s look was hard, his speech measured. “Why should we believe anything you say? For all we know, you’re working with him.” “You don’t have to believe me,” Kieran answered, his tone sharp. “But you’ll need me. Eryndor’s forces are huge, his magic unlike anything you’ve ever faced. I know his goals, his flaws. Without me, you don’t stand a chance.”

She’s Isaac’s mate–the tall, silver-haired man standing in the corner talking in quiet tones to Ryatt, who hasn’t asked me to call him Grandpa, thank the gods. A brute force hits the back of my legs and topples away, a quick, shrill whine splitting the air before settling into a grumble of half-words and broken vowels. I turn ever so slightly as Kieran uses my legs to get back on his feet, rubbing the back of his head and scowling at his light-up sneakers. “You good, man?” I ask, and he blinks up at me, his deep green eyes narrowing before he nods, trying to look tough, but he’s on the verge of tears.