Romans & histoires Star Wars Old Republic Kira

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

Her plan was successful with Kiara nowhere to be found. "I understand you don't love her anymore son but you need a luna and she would be your Luna on that day." Kiara's replacement, Luna Avery thought, smirking inwardly

“Did she just say what I think” “She wasn’t Mira’s creation,” Sera whispered. “She was Mira’s teacher.” Elias’s voice crackled over comms, urgent: “Sera. Lira just picked up a ping. There’s something riding our signal from deep orbit and it’s calling itself Kirin.” The moment the name Kirin echoed through the comms, the ship’s interior lighting dropped by 30%. Not an emergency blackout. A calculated dim. Elias stared at the pulse signature coming through the nav console. It wasn’t a transmission.

“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.

"Dogs!" "Don't you dare call my kids dogs in your life again. They are way better than you, whore. You should be the one called a dog. I'm not the one who didn't let you get married, have your own kids to be called dogs, i'm not the one who said Daniel shouldn't love you. And for your own information, I love him now, i fell in love with him again and i will continue to do that over and over again. You're no match with me or Daniel. I hate you and you disgust me!" Kira blurted out, not minding the angry face of hers. How could she do this? So wicked. She, Kira won't let her, Nina win.

Kira screamed until her voice broke entirely and she could only choke out sound. The repellor shattered violently when its power source failed. Energy radiated outward in all directions. I covered Kira with my body while shrapnel blasted through the cell and surrounding corridor. It was in the main chamber that I registered a horrible screech. The artificial goddess was collapsing. Incomplete and dying. The ritual of the old order collapsing catastrophically without the steady feed of power it depended upon. But Kira’s desperate sacrifice had left her irrevocably and intensely altered. Not divine in any way now. Her Luna power greatly diminished. Cut down to just above baseline mortal abilit

In the center, Astrid stood in fighting stance across from… “Kira?” Selene pushed through the crowd. “What the hell is going on?” Kira, looking significantly less cheerful than usual, wiped blood from her lip. “Nothing. Just a friendly sparring match.” “You’re bleeding.” “So is she.” Kira gestured to the scratch marks on Astrid’s perfect armor. Astrid’s smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “Your have spirit. Pity she lacks skill to match it.” “I have plenty of skill,” Kira shot back. “You’re just fighting dirty.”

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.