Red And Black Kyries Novels & Stories

However, when he and Kitsune really ended up on the Emerald Isle, she was no longer red. More precisely, Kit ceased to be such as soon as she returned home from Sydney. This “Red Bitch” really shook her. Anyway, she loved to change, recolor her hair, and always boldly experimented with color. Lou didn’t know about this, so he was a little freaked out when he turned on the video chat and found that his kitty-fox was now some kind of dark ash-blue hue with several bright blue strands.

“Caelum, please, you're going to hurt him. Caelum Emilio Kline!” Caelum stops, his gaze meeting my panicked gaze. Kyrie is bleeding and slammed against the floor near the wall. I shake my head, watching Caelum and his now messy suit, I truly hate this man. I move hastily, moving toward the wall to Kyrie, I try to help him but he flinches from my touch. “Fucking sort this out.” he tells me, his gaze zeroed in on Caelum. I'm at a loss for words, watching Caelum swipe blood off his lip. Kyrie goes into my bedroom and emerges with his belongings in hand.

Quickly the coachman got out and rushed to open the door, the door creaked and the first to come out was a man, King Kyros. The king wore a blue and black farset, around the waist he had the belt with the sword, the golden crown with blue and red gems was resting on the head; Kyros had golden hair with some gray shades due to age, a clear and beardless face, hard features and bright green eyes that looked like two emeralds, although they were vacuous and did not convey any emotion. Not serenity or joy or cheerfulness. Nothing. Just a black hole reflecting light.

Jersey #20 Luke Sullivan, 22 — Smooth steals, slick moves. Jersey #55 Atlas Price, 23 — Unstoppable defense, always got your back. Jersey #14 Dylan Knox, 28 — Skilled, seasoned, and always in control. Dylan was a former NBA player who lost everything after one mistake. His team lost an important game in 2023, and his friends quickly turned on him. Carlos believed he deserved another chance, and Grayson agreed. Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once.

But he is just like any other male I have ever met and only wants one thing… A stray tear falls from my eye and I feel a calloused thumb brush it away. “Miss Delaney, I am sorry for you to hear that. But if someone had said that about me. I would like to know. But don’t let him see this tear. Him nor his words are worth that.” He says with such a genuine smile… I didn’t really pay much attention to Kylo’s appearance earlier. But he is pretty hot. Raven black hair, messy on the top, shaved on the sides. He is really tan, like all he does is lay in the sun. His eyes are a golden honey color. And they shine. His arms are covered in beautiful tattoos, mostly of forest trees, moons, and wolves. I

But it doesn’t matter, I just saw him. I rolled my eyes at the two cars there. The black 1991 Black Eagle and the red MK-75 Knight, he says. As for me, I’m in love with the color red, so if I decide, I will choose the MK-75 because that has a good color? Shit! I suck at this.

An Alpha versus another. Kylian launched at Knox with a jab to his side, forcing a release of the man whose wolf clearly had no energy left to fight back. Knox howled in pain as he regarded the wolf that had interrupted his fun. The scent was familiar and distinct too. Kylian's wolf was brown with black highlights and crimson–red eyes.

I called while eyeing a design that I want. “Yeah?” I glanced at Kyrie and showed the nail art to him. “Which color is better? Red or black?” I asked while happily smiling at him. Kyrie’s ear reddened and I immediately know that he was feeling embarrassed right now. “The black one will do,” Kyrie said while grimacing before he focused back on his phone. I wonder what he’s doing there? Kyrie doesn't usually spend his time using his cell phone. Maybe it’s better if I ask him later.

Kyrian, kneeling in the center of the altar on the cursed peak, raised his eyes, red from tears. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him radiated power. A black cloak with a red lapel fluttered in the wind, revealing a dark scarlet velvet suit to the young man’s gaze. The stranger behaved with authority, although it seemed to the young man that the uninvited guest was very weak. White hair sparkled silver in the light of the full moon, and yellow eyes burned Kyrian to the very depths of his consciousness. The sharp stones surrounding them pulsed with a dull blood-red glow.

Kai. He stood out even in his gear. Matte black jersey with silver numbers, his name stretched across the back: Blackthorn, number 1. The Raven’s logo gleamed on his shoulders. Even with the helmet on, I could still pick him out. The way he moved, the way he carried himself, confident, precise. Every time he scored, Ryder slapped his back, and Kai gave a small nod, nothing more. But I noticed it. The slight hitch when he threw the ball high in the air with incredible strength. The faint wince when he twisted his torso.