Pokemon Kieran Novels & Stories

the lady called Tonia replied. Who were this people and why was I instructed to stay here? I took a step forward to throw the door open when I heard a statement that stopped me in my track. “Isn't it dangerous? You know he killed his ex fiancée right?” one of the girls piped up. “ Because she tried to poison him. Kieran won't do that to me because I won't try to kill him,” she shot back, feeling quite confident in her words. “But he hates women! That's why he got a breeder,”

“We are your best friends. We’ve known you over years. Max had suggested for us not to speak to you about it. He said you had your reason for keeping it away from us. And he was right.” My head pushed. Head up as I sigh hard. Sending my eyes back to Liam, “I'm sorry for not speaking. Didn’t want to bother any more people about my problem.” “It’s very understandable, Leo. We are just scared of losing you. We are hoping to have a solution.” “I found one,” I scoffed at my audacity. I want to speak about someone who I wasn't meant to. “She is my solution. My healer.” “Who?” “Eira,” speaking her name, made the world under my feet spin. Heavy and unsteady.

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

I jabbed at him. Kieran was silent for a second, and still decided to keep his distance from me. Deep down, I was thinking that if being a freak was going to make sure that he stays away from me, I was cool with it. After a long silence, Kieran changed the mode of questions. "Where are you from?" He asked me, changing the tone of his voice as well. "I'm an indigenous member of the Silverfang Pack. My parents and their parents have connections to the pack over centuries ago." I answered him, not knowing if that was the kind of answer he was looking for.

"Idiot. Keep staring like that and he'll put a bullet through your skull. You do remember he carries everywhere, right?" Where Kidd was white, Kieran wore black-his tank top showing off a tattoo on his left arm, eyepatch over his right eye. They were mirror images in more than just looks: Kidd was playful and patient until pushed too far, while Kieran had a short fuse but kept his head even when angry. Kidd grimaced, glancing over at Lucian cautiously before muttering, "Fuck me-he's gone for good this time." "Yep. Hook, line, and sinker," Kieran agreed, rubbing marinade into a whole milkfish.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it either. Was he telepathic too? God save me! "I'm the only savior here." He interrupted my thought again. I gently looked away from him to the guy who had walked in. Was he a human too? "Your coffee Ronan." Lia gave the guy a mug after Killian before turning to me. "Hey, here's your coffee." She stretched the mug to me, and I took it from her, returning her smile. Looked like she was the only one who could save me. Hell, that was if Mr. Vampire permitted it. "I guess we're a team now," Lia said as she had her seat beside me on the sofa.

Kieran chuckles. “Sometimes I really wonder if my mate is dead. Otherwise, where the hell has she been hiding?” he groans. He turns his attention to me and offers me a smile. “Nice to meet you, Luna.” “Nice to meet you too,” I say with a smile. “Do you mind if I steal him for a moment? There’s something I would like to discuss with him,” he asks. “Of course—” “No!” Kieran quickly interrupts. “You can say it here.”

I raise the lamp again, already knowing this is a losing fight—he’s trained, and I’m just an angry grad student with a piece of furniture. “Come on then,” I mutter under my breath. “Try me.” Then the room explodes. A roar rips through the air, deep enough to rattle my bones. Kieran crashes in, already shifting—half man, half something else. His shoulders stretch too wide, claws black and lethal, his mouth pulling back over sharpened teeth. He lifts the man by the throat with one hand. A low, vibrating growl fills the room, so strong my teeth chatter. Why can’t I look away? Why am I not afraid? This is insane.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Long silver hair draped over his shoulders that appeared to be sunburnt and slightly peeling. His smiling face only grew larger when he reached us and promptly took the basket from Kuru before slapping his shoulder. “You must be the other parents” Kieran smiled at Rose then shook their hands “and you have children too! I’m Sarin; pleasure to meet you.” “Such lovely manners” Rose almost blushed “the pleasure is ours.” Kieran’s orange eyes sparkled at her before they fixed on me. I kept my eyes glued to the park and tried to ignore him, but he was adamant on keeping up the cheery façade.