Pokemon Kieran X Reader Novels & Stories

And when she looked up from her useless book, he was there. Kieran stood in the center of her room as though he had always been there, as though the walls and locked door and all the mundane barriers of ordinary reality meant nothing to someone of his nature and power. He looked exactly as he had during their first encounter, dark hair falling past his shoulders, eyes that caught and held the light in ways that human eyes should not, tall and powerfully built with that unconscious grace that marked apex predators. But now, seeing him clearly and up close rather than through glass and moonlight, Aria could appreciate details she had missed before.

Kieran said, his voice dropping like he was about to spill some juicy gossip. “It says there might be two reasons for it. One, he doesn’t like physical touch, so he’s possibly asexual. And the other…” He looked around, lowering his voice to a whisper. “That he’s gay, he doesn’t like women at all and he has a secret lover… who happens to be a man.” I blinked.

Kieran. She had as it were seen him before—watching from a remove, noiseless but ever attentive. He wasn't like Kane, whose entertainment was bound with remorselessness. He wasn't like Viktor, who emanated calm lack of interest. Kieran carried an discuss of specialist that required no theatrics. And right presently, he was examining her with an concentrated that made her spine solidify. “I trust you get it what you've fair done,” Kieran said, his voice calm however firm.

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV “Her animal is completely tangled in confusion,” Seraphine mumbles, her jaw slack as the fermented fire-ale impacts her tracking center. “His skin is always aligned with Jaxen Creed.” That data file lacks any structural explanation regarding how her tracking sensors isolated their exact coordinates inside the training den, but my internal wolf allocates zero care to the logistics because the exact microsecond my pupils pivot toward the timber arches, my sight locks onto Kieran’s mass and his primary sentinel Jaxen racking up the heavy training pucks.

Kieran. He stood a few paces away, bare-chested, his skin marred by blood and shadow, but alive — gloriously, defiantly alive. The bond between them pulsed like a living flame, stronger than ever, as though the ordeal had burned away everything false and fragile. When his gaze found hers, the world seemed to tilt, the devastation fading into something softer, something infinitely more dangerous — longing.

The mate bond was screaming at me to reach for him, to hold him and promise him everything would be okay. But before I could move, Kieran stepped back. The distance between us felt like miles. "I should get this book to Soren," he said. "Wait," I said. "Please. Just... tell me one thing. Do you feel the bond? Do you feel what I feel?" Kieran closed his eyes. "Yes." "Then why are you running from it?" "Because," Kieran said, opening his eyes and looking at me with so much pain it took my breath away, "I'd rather live without you than watch you die."

7 Kaya’s POV. Kieran is boring his eyes into mine, which are widened out of fear. He’s acting like a monster with the way his jaw is twitching and his fingers are taking off some buttons on his shirt. Then he comes close to me and wraps off all the content on the table with his hands, his impatience obviously running thin. My breathing heightens with each barbaric action of his, my chest roving up and down right before he grabs each side of the chair that I’m sitting on and he speaks, his face inches away from mine.

It will go a long way toward healing him and having me in his bed will ensure that no one does anything stupid, like try to kill Kieran. I have no idea how long we fight. It’s long enough that breakfast is over and the entire pack has come back out to watch, cheering on their Alpha. Kieran is strong, but he’s also a smart fighter. I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s mated to a Guardian, but going feral overshadowed his strength before. He knocks my legs out from under me, and before I can get back up, he’s on me, pinning my arms over my head and panting, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.

On the night the moon bleeds red, we'll be reunited. 'Forever yours, Damien' I felt Kieran's rage through the mate bond before I saw it on his face. His wolf was pressing so close to the surface that his eyes flashed silver. "He was here," Kieran growled. "In my territory. In your room. And he left this—this obscene love letter about murdering you." "He's trying to provoke you," I said, though my hands were shaking as I held the note. "He wants you angry and reckless." "It's working," Kieran said through gritted teeth.

It didn't even help that he was in the exact page where the main characters were fucking their brains out I was screwed. “ I didn't know you read novels like these.” Kieran grinned as he flipped through the pages. “Why didn't you tell me?” I wanted to speak, but instead my embarrassment levels rose by a million times. I wanted the ground to open and swallow me, but apparently, I was stuck with me getting more and more embarrassed as he flipped through the pages.