Pokemon Kieran X Florian Novels & Stories

When I returned, Kieran looked a little disappointed. “What?” I asked. “You’re wearing shorts,” he lamented. I looked down. “Er… yes?” “I wanted to see that sweet ass of yours,” he sighed with a smirk. I snorted and sat back down in my gaming chair, knowing he was watching my breasts again. I kind of liked having that power over a prince. “Okay,” Kieran said, once he managed to tear his eyes from my chest. “Take off your gloves. Hold your bracelet in one hand. Hold your other hand palm up. Imagine a flame in that palm.”

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.”

He doesn't care. “Kieran.” At the sound of his name, he slams his eyes open, blinking up at the trainer, a broad shoulders man that looks almost intimidating with his mighty height, strong biceps and hard eyes. “You’re up. Pair with Cassian. As the pack's future alpha and beta, you should show the warriors some real technique.” Kieran’s jaw locks and he snaps his head over to Cassian who is already looking his way. “Fine.” he affirms as he steps into the clearing, the others forming a large circle around them.

“Promise?” Kieran nodded, reaching back to ruffle her hair. “Promise.” For the first time that day, Luna smiled—small and hesitant, but real. “Now,” Kieran said, leaning back into his seat and starting the car again, “how about we make a deal? You two keep being your awesome selves, and I’ll teach you how to do something cool with all that energy you’ve got. Deal?” “Like what?” Finn asked, his voice tentative. “You’ll see,” Kieran said, smirking. “But it might involve some sparring, so don’t tell your mom I said that.”

But there were so many, and my newfound power was still unknown. "Sienna!" Kieran's voice carried over the sounds of fighting. He appears at the far end of the pass, fighting his way toward us. His clothes were torn and bloody, but his eyes burned with resolve. Seeing all three of them fighting for me—Ronan with his deadly accuracy, Caius with his ancient strength, and Kieran with his raw power—something clicked inside me. The flames around my hands pulsed brighter. "Get down!" I yelled to them.

Instantly, I think of Eliza, my blood suddenly boiling inside me. But what can I do? Even if I am angry right now, even if I want to march over there and tear them apart from each other, I can’t. She is his Luna now. She is the one standing there beside him. Not me. Just then, I see his eyes suddenly scanning the crowd, those piercing green eyes flecked with gold. At six-foot-four, Kieran is a wall of muscle and raw power. The kind of raw power that makes my knees weaken even now.

"MINE." "I am not your anything!" I snapped. Kieran stepped in front of me, his own claws extending. He looked tiny compared to the Draft version of himself, but his eyes were clear, human, and filled with a defiance the Draft couldn't understand. "You want her? You'll have to get through a man who actually knows her name." The two Kierans collided in a spray of ink and fur. Rowan lunged for his golden shadow, their blades clashing with a sound like glass breaking.

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.

“Better than what I expected. But still from what I see they lack motivation. For us to get the best out of them, it'll depend on the fire in their gut, and whether we give them something to believe in.” I grunted. “Then we make them believe.” Kael gave a knowing smirk. “That’s what you’re good at.” He wasn’t wrong. I know how to rally a troop of wariors behind me. “And the scouts?” I asked. “They're smart. But their loyal,” Kael said. “But not to Zephyr. To Lucy.”

I let the order hang there and watched as they took it in, the air shifting from raw fear to a kind of electric focus. Kael came close enough that I could see the scar by his lip. “You know what I think, Lucian?” he murmured, like he was sharing a secret. “I think Kieran’s counting on us folding. He thinks his numbers are the only thing that matters.” He tapped his chest. “But you taught us to be a different kind of storm.”