Star Wars Old Republic Kira Novels & Stories

I was relieved when last period came around since it was the only class I was alone and wouldn’t be bothered. That was short lived when she was waiting for me in the hall after class. Leaning up against the wall and her arms crossed. I could see her eyes changing colors, so I knew she was fighting with her wolf, Leia. I swear they argued more than my siblings combined. Kira wasn’t exactly…well let’s just say she wasn’t shy around guys and leave it at that. Leia didn’t approve of her lifestyle. She knew she had a mate out there and wanted to wait for him, but Kira didn’t care. I loved the girl like a sister but didn’t mean I approved of her lifestyle either.

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

"Fighting amongst yourself won't solve anything. This meeting is proof that things need to change in this pack." A very old man stood up. "Who are you to question how we do things here? We know you're not Princess Mira! You may look like her, but you have no right to impersonate her and try to command us!" "I'm not here as Mira, but as myself," Kira said. "And I have every right to speak, seeing as it's my life you're trying to decide." "You do not speak without —" Kira's eyes flashed. One a deep green, and the other a bewitching amber.

Not in surrender. Not in worship. But in testimony. One of them stood. She was older than most, her hair silver-streaked, her face worn by salt and frost and grief. She removed her veil. “My name is Kira,” she said. “Once, I served in Elara’s southern court. I watched her burn her enemies and bless their ashes.” She looked at Seren. “I thought you’d be her. Or worse.” More murmurs. “But when I saw you at the summit, when you didn’t ask for power, but stood in fire to stop blood, I remembered something.”

Kir shrugs as she continues to work through the movements. Linaria frowns at the last bit of Kir's explanation but hides her disapproval and asks, "want to spar a bit?" Kir ceases her movements and her jaw drops as she flicks her head in Linaria's direction. "Really?" She asks, a feline tail popping out from behind her. Linaria simply nods her head, a smile forming on her face.

"Sophia became a very close friend to Kira just to get to her but along the line Kira changed and became very strong. Her first move that affected Sophia was to have accepted you in the first place instead of her boyfriend, Chad that she lied was her cousin." "To top it all she became the Luna of her pack which they never thought she could do. They were behind the death of the only true elder that refused to join in collecting bribes or interested in destroy her life. Instead he stood in like a father for Kira and that was his offence that made them kill her." My Beta was still giving details. "So, did they also killed Mandy too and dropped her at my enterance?" I asked him.

I slightly furrow my brows. “No no Vivian! God! You’re so stupid!” Frustration clear in his voice. I growl. “What did you say?” I threateningly walk towards him, and I cock my head to the side. He stutters incoherent words before snapping out of it. “Vivian, listen. There was something else about Sugoria. He wasn’t the only doppelganger during that time” He pulls out another scroll from his box “Look” He points at two old women that looked exactly alike. “These two women existed during that time. But these women were older than Sugoria. They have lived longer than him. And the King was older than Sugoria.”

An uncomfortable silence stretched over the table. “Kira, how did you and Tristan meet?” Gael asked, his curiosity breaking the tension. “My mother was Tristan’s nanny, so we’ve known each other since we were pups. Tristan was always so kind to me—he used to save me from the pack bullies,” Kira replied softly. She looked so innocent and sweet that Zoriana found it impossible to dislike her. It would have been easier to hate a scheming socialite like Milana, but Kira was genuinely adorable.

The moon goddess was a fucking bitch. The beautiful woman looked me up and down before scrunching her nose as if I smelled like a dead rat. "Not only do we have to get used to Omegas living among us now but having one in our houses," she said with distaste. "What do you want?" "I... am Kira. I was assigned to work in Alpha's quarters." "I see," she rolled her eyes before motioning for me to follow her into what appeared to be a bedroom but felt more like a big palace. All while silently praying that D'Angelo wouldn't be there.

"And did this girl have any wounds on her body?" The staff member furrowed their brow in thought, searching their memory for any details that might confirm Olivia's suspicions. "I don't believe so," they replied slowly. "But let me double-check the records to be sure." As they sifted through the archives, Olivia's heart hammered in her chest. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she waited for confirmation. Finally, the staff member spoke again, their voice tinged with uncertainty. "The girl named Kira was brought to us when she was about ten months old," they began tentatively, "from Oregon. But there's no mention of any wounds in the records."