Novel & Cerita Red And Black Kyries

“Mom! Wait, I-” Before I could stop her, the doors were pulled open and there he was, Kyler, standing on our porch like a phantom. A rather good-looking one. He had on everything black. Black jeans. Worn boots, a black leather jacket thrown over a band tee. His silver hair was still damp, and when his eyes met mine he flashed me the kind of grin that stopped a show. That made my skin tingle. But that moment only lasted for about a split second before my mother chirped excitedly.

In the middle, just above the dance floor, everyone moves to the music played by a man behind a DJ table. Kim wore a chest-length black top with a very short black leather skirt. Mesh-shaped black stockings covered her beautiful legs until was immersed in the black boots. Kim will be the greedy eye meal of the men who see her. Kyra, meanwhile, wore a black leather jumpsuit with a short span skirt. Her long, straight brunette tresses make Kyra look so pretty. Kim hugged her sister's shoulder. "Ready to rock this place, Kyra?" "Of course it is. I've got my gun ready." Kyra showed me the bag that was on the back of her body.

Everything about him was dark and different. He wondered if the rumors were true, perhaps that would explain his lack of wings which every royal blood posessed except from him. He closed his eyes willing himself to relax against the cool waters when he felt a presence. A most unwanted one... "Leave " he murmured without bothering to open his eyes. Kyran stared at him openly, his shoulder length black hair moulded to his chiseled masculine face , his golden skin glistened with wetness, His lower half covered by the water.

Flavia huffed out, walking to her son to take one of the bags and open it, full with toys. “But mommy, last summer, some kids did not have toys, please please.” Kia begged. He gave her his toothless and adorable smile which she just could never resist. Two weeks back, Kia had run himself into a tree, knocking off his front teeth. He had hidden it as much as he could but Kyde’s guilty face and whines gave them away. Kia was the troublesome of the children. Kyde was the most honest and innocent. Kaide would do anything to just be with the two boys, she was the sucker up to them two and definitely mommy’s girl. She was the younger dragon and cutest. Kaide had dark red skin with such thick scale

The good thing is my number is 5. "What?! There's no way in hell that I'm going to kiss this guy!" Kyros immediately retorted after realizing that he's number 10 and number 9 is his twin brother, Kyril. "Well guess what? The feeling is mutual." Kyril said as he rolls his eyes. Why are they being like that? This is just a game, and Dusty told before that the king's commands are absolute. "Then both of you will be out of the game?" Mavis asked which made Kyros frustrated. Kyros was about to kiss Kyril but Kyril strongly rejected him and even pushed him that made Kyros fell on his butt.

“This is her home. And she is not going anywhere until this is resolved!” Kyron didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, chest to chest, eyes gleaming with challenge. “There is nothing to resolve,” he hissed. “The Moon Goddess has chosen. You saw it. We all saw it. Kamari is mine…” There was a pause as his gaze flicked to the other two. “Ours.” Then his voice dropped even lower, a feral growl vibrating beneath the words: “I will not leave this pack without my MATE!”

Ky surrendered to his grief. He lay on his old bed. His sobs cut through the silence, raw and unguarded, a testament to the depth of his pain. I snuggled close to him. My body curved around his. My arms tightened around him, a silent promise that he wasn't alone in his sorrow. Knox joined us, an unwavering presence in the face of our shared despair. He sat on the bed, his hand resting on Ky's shoulder. Ky's voice broke through his sobs, a single question that carried the weight of a thousand words, "Where's Kael?"

That this was the man I now had to welcome under my roof. Another figure stepped out of the same car, almost the same physique as Saint but slightly different. Ash-brown hair tousled with streaks of sunburnt gold, catching what little light there was. Beta Kyrie. His warm, hazel eyes scanned my environment as if a threat was hiding somewhere within my walls. He was reading everything and everyone. And not just for himself, but for him – Saint. I’d heard Kyrie could read Saint’s silence like scripture. They called him the fire to Saint’s Glacier. He was fierce, loyal, and dangerous when provoked.

I’m hoping that it’s actually from the rogues and not his. Kylo is a massive wolf. Not as big as Kage, but almost. And while Kage was an all dark gray wolf, Kylo was more of a mix of colors – gray, brown, and white. Kylo whimpered as the rogue behind his back managed to bite his neck and I writhe behind the tree out of worry and panic. Shit! I need to help him! I hated seeing him like this. This is the worst attack out of everything we’ve encountered. The rogues were clearly not just passersby, but they were bloodthirsty. Their eyes were looking everywhere like they were on something, too.

I whispered, “It’s not over yet, I have a feeling you know” He gave me a wry look, his eyes looking deflated but then I saw it change, he’d caught a scent of something. His eyes darted round to see who was coming next and saw it was Kyra. She looked radiant in her pink dress, soft silver hair flowing around as she spun. Yes, cried Fyre, we were right as I was released into the arms of Stuart, no match. He was a serious dark-haired guy from training who was a bit of a clumsy dancer when I heard the crowd gasp, they hadn’t even cried mate they had just plunged into each other’s arms.