Star Wars Old Republic Kira Mga Nobela at Kwento

The console lit up the moment Kira approached. Awaiting Consent. Kira stood before it. “I’m not your vessel,” she said. “I’m not your second coming. I’m me.” A long pause. Then: Understood. What do you seek? Kira hesitated. “Freedom,” she said finally. “Not just mine. Everyone’s.” Then another line appeared. Then help me remember how to become that. The next minutes were hard to describe. Light and frequency folded inward, not overwhelming, but vast. Kira’s eyes glowed faintly. She didn’t scream. She didn’t collapse. She just stood there, humming under her breath.

Garrett’s eyes reddened but he nodded stepping back to let others through. Davian stood slightly apart, giving me space for this reunion but close enough I could feel his presence. Vincent watched with undisguised emotion clearly proud of how I was handling this. A young woman maybe a few years older than me approached tentatively. “Luna, I’m Kira. I wasn’t born yet when the massacre happened but my parents were pack. They’ve told me stories about your family my whole life.” “What kind of stories?” “That you parents loved each other so completely it made everyone believe in true mates.” Kira grinned. “That their daughter would come back someday and make Silvermist strong again.”

Sharia asked seriously. “You will marry me to some other clan to secure an alliance, is it what you do, marry girls off to other clans and packs to secure your position?” Kira screeched. “That’s what Maria did. She had built a lot of alliances like this, yes,” Sharia nodded. Kira jumped to her feet and shook her head. She looked out of her window and opened it. “I won’t be sold to another pack, grandma,” Kira barked as she stripped off her clothes.

“First, I want to know more about you. To be honest I don’t trust you yet.” “You are as interesting as I expected. Fine, I will tell you.” She laughed before taking a sip of her tea. “My name is Kira, a long time ago I was the head of the village. I trained Lelyah, Eva and Anna, as well as several other apprentices who never made it back. I also helped in erecting the barrier that now protects the village, you could even say I am a living legend.” If what she is saying is true, she must be a thousand years old at least. I was not entirely sure, but it seems elves never age.

She groaned and stepped back, dropping her staff. "Not bad," she said, putting the stick down. "At least you have potential.” She paused, after staring at me again, she continued, "You can stay. I’m Kira. I left my pack because my mate was a monster. I killed him before I left, and I’m not interested in ever going back." "I’m not going back either," I said.

Garrett's unwavering expectation. And beneath it all, that voice whispers again. They're coming for him. For you. For everything you love. I close my eyes and take a breath. Kira died protecting Sirus. She gave everything so he could have a chance. So I could raise him. Guide him. Keep him safe. But safety isn't just about hiding. It's about power. Position. The kind of authority that makes people think twice before they come for what's yours. Garrett's right.

"Eat with me, Kira.” "No Luna, it is not allowed." She stepped backward. “I will be right here waiting to clear the dishes.” She gave Kiara a bow. "So you will remain standing?" Kira shook her head positively. "Oh no! Please I don't want that! You are not a slave!” Kiara said in a slightly raised tone. "No, I am a slave to you." Kira countered. Kiara frowned at her response. "No, I am a human like you so I am asking you to at least sit down if you won’t eat with me.”

“She chose you, son.” Before anyone could speak again, a voice came from the doorway. “That’s because he was always meant to be part of this.” We turned. Kira stood there, framed in the soft glow of the hall lights, long silver hair braided over one shoulder, eyes glowing faintly with power. She looked older, wiser, and more ethereal than I remembered. “Mara,” she said, nodding to her. “You kept your promise. You brought them together.” Mara’s voice trembled. “I told you I would, when the signs returned.”

He said Kira wanted to laugh loudly, but she chided herself instead. “it's just never easy to forget the ones who matter to you.” “So I guess you would be saddled with the duties of the pack soon as the Luna.” Declan said out of the blue. Kira didn't let it surprise her, “yes, of course. I guess I am of age to take my father's place. Now, I would need a compassionate and supportive partner next to me as the Alpha. I hope you are ready for that.” She mocked, maintaining a serious face.