Star Wars Old Republic Kira Novels & Stories

Children darted between the legs of adults, laughing, chasing, alive. It was not what it had been before the fires. It would never be what it had been. But it was closer. And soon, Nathan thought, it would be more. At the heart of it all was Kira. She stood in the center of the market, her hands on her hips, her hair pulled back, her face streaked with dust and sweat. She was sixteen—younger than most of the people she led, older than any of them in ways that had nothing to do with years.

“Sit down, rest for a moment.” Kira seated herself on the couch first. Her legs were crossed under her nightgown, her pink velvet slippers playfully tapping the air. Jason blushed, awkwardly holding the cup, trying to regain his composure, “Miss Kira, you’re incredibly intuitive. Kevin does know Caroline, and they seem quite close." Kira smiled, “Even if I were Cleopatra, I’d need a loyal Marc Antony like you to achieve anything” Jason shyly handed his phone to her

When they reached their home, they found their daughter—Eira, named for the stars that Elara had become—still awake and waiting. "Mama? Papa?" Her six-year-old voice was uncertain. "Is everything okay? You look sad." Lerder knelt before her, pulling her into a hug. "We're okay, little star. Just—thinking about some difficult things." "What things?" He exchanged a look with Kira, seeing his own uncertainty reflected there. "Do you remember," Kira said carefully, settling beside them, "how we told you about Papa's first mate? The one who died in the war?"

My father said I needed the Luna training to ‘soften’ me up a little and meet some females my age, plus chances were I would end up being mated to an Alpha. What did I need females for? I had a mom to explain all the bees and the birds and my two best friends to hang out with and get into trouble with. However, as I made my way into my room (luckily I didn’t share with anyone), I thought about Kira, who I had come to meet and become friends with in the past year. We were so not anything alike, but we meshed. Kira was a beautiful girl first and only born to the Alpha of the Pacific Moon pack and her father was sure she would be mated to an Alpha and so, hence, she was sent here. She had beaut

Mona had Kendrick already an together they have Osiris. Osiris mated to Lily. have three kids together. - Son Asher mated to Leia. Have four kids togher. Aeryn, Elora, Argo and Airk. - Daughter Kate mated to Sierra. 2 kids. Isaac and Liv 2. son Neron mated to Jean. 2 kids. Anne and Alpha Roman. Anne is mated to Kevin. Have two kids. Keon and Kyra. - Kyra is mated to Alpha Ari. Have two kids together, Eli and unnamed daughter.

Kira moved forward one step and flashed a ruthless glare in her eyes as she did so. " I'm about to leave to go have a conversation with her. It's conceivable that she got disoriented and needs help, so keep an eye out for her." As Kira continued to approach Hera, the vampire princess turned around to look at her, and it was obvious that she was taken aback by what she saw. "Who are you?" She introduced herself by stating, "I'm Kira, a member of the Moonlight Pack," in an attempt to come across as approachable and nice as possible. "For what reason have you traveled all the way to our territory?"

I say as I fasten my seatbelt. Kira nods, putting the car in drive, “It’s no problem. I work at the castle; it’s on the way anyway,” She pauses, “Plus, you and Rae are like sisters to me. I promise to keep my mouth shut and be your ears on the inside when you land the surrogate position,” she says confidently, and I chuckle softly as she grabs my hand. Kira is an orphan, just like Rae and me. We all grew up in the same orphanage and looked after one another the best we could. After Kira aged out, she got a job in the castle as a maid.

"It gave me the memory of everything you did to her. Every needle. Every cold night in that laboratory. Every time you told her she was a failure." "Wait!" Elena backed away, her eyes darting to the girl with the obsidian wings. "Kira! Protect me! I am your Queen!" The girl—Kira—didn't move. She stood there, her wings slightly unfurled, her white-gold eyes fixed on me. She didn't look like a killer. She looked like a ghost. "She won't help you, Mother," I said, stepping forward. I felt the Void rising, not as a drain, but as a flood. "She’s not a weapon anymore. She’s a witness."

I ordered, after they all watched him lifeless Now that Kira was pregnant, it seemed Mia was looking for more ways to end her, but I won't let that happen.

I growled, grabbing her hands and almost throwing her off the bed. Kira stood with her hands crossed, watching the whole drama before her. Lola got off from where my throw had landed her, and stormed out of the room, making weeping sounds. Well, she’d better not be back; else I’ll forget that her mother is the Pack oracle. “Trouble in paradise?” Kira asked, her face still emotionless. I could barely recognize the shy, fun-loving Kira who had come into my Pack. The woman in front of me looked so stoic, perhaps even more stoic than I would be, most times.