Who Is Kira In Death Note Novels & Stories

“That she’s some… Ana Fernandez or whatever.” The room fell silent for a moment, and Kira lowered her eyes blinking. Then she stared at me and slowly shook her head. “My God,” she scoffed. I frowned. “What?” I asked. She stepped closer, her expression now darker. “Liam.. this is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you,” she said softly. I stiffened. “What are you talking about?” I asked sharply. “Bianca isn’t who you think she is,” Kira said. “She’s been pretending all along.”

Luckily, Kira was seated in the garden sipping wine like nothing else mattered. “Xander.” She called out. “What are you doing here?” I was almost winded, taking a seat I shut my eyes tightly to calm myself. “I need to tell you something.” She stared eagerly at me, “what's with you?” “Leila, Declan, and Elizabeth are planning to kill you. Mira heard them talking about it. We need to do something.” I mused Kira chuckled lightly, “I know.”

"Did you not know that your existence had been trouble for me? So I can't stay away from you, I will drink your blood after killing you." "Drink my blood?" I asked then I remembered Stefan's words, Kira will drink your blood and your soul will be transferred to her, with my blood running in her veins, she could become the destined Luna, the one the moon goddess had blessed. "Yes, I will drink it and end your existence, so I and Leonid my mate will have a happy ending, I am tired of being a rogue and for that stupid Leonid, I will end his existence as well." "Kira, you don't have to kill me, you don't have to hurt me, I am not interested in Leonid, even if he is my..."

I could still hear Lyra’s scream, Kaid's roar, the sickening crack of bones. "Please let them be okay," I whispered to no one. The wind howled softly around me, carrying no answer. But then I felt a chill. Not from the air, but from something wrong. I looked up. Kira stood a few feet away, untouched, her robes fluttering in a breeze that didn’t exist. Her face was calm now—too calm. Her violet eyes burned. "You’re lucky the boss needs you alive," Kira said, voice low and sharp. "Otherwise, I’d enjoy peeling your memories apart piece by piece."

"What?" "You heard me, my Lady. I will say it again," Kira said again. "Go." "You’ve suffered too much at his hands," Mira added. "He ruined you, he made you bow your head when you should have worn a crown." "Yes," Kira said with a small nod. "This is not just about watching him die, it’s about finding your peace, finding solace, finding that thing that gives you inner strength." "I don’t even know if I can do anything," I whispered.

I paused and took a deep breath. Leo narrowed his eyes. “Whose daughter is she?” he asked, and that was when it dawned on me—he didn’t know who Kira was. Maybe he thought she was just a maid. Dane stepped forward. “Her parents were the traitors who set up the death of our mother, your sister! She is the daughter of those traitors!”

Elijah and his wife were so surprised that they didn’t know how to respond! Mr. Brentwood also looked puzzled, then he looked at Elijah and then at Thiago. Thiago stared at Kira closely as if a fire was burning in his throat and his lips were dry. But she didn’t even look at him. “Miss, are you?” Mr. Brentwood looked puzzled. Kira smiled and held out her right hand. “Hello, Mr. Brentwood, my name is Kira.” Originally, when Mr. Brentwood heard this strange name, he was still somewhat indifferent.

DANTE Bringing Kira to Dahlia’s office was probably not as wise as I thought it would be. Dahlia stared her down from her vantage point like she was going to kill her and Kira looked uncomfortable. If she had her way, she would have melted with the cream wall. However, what needed to be done, must be done. Kira saw something, a part of me that I had buried with my past human life a long time ago. She also further confirmed my suspicion that she is not human. What species she is exactly is still a mystery and the extent of her powers, if any, were still unknown.

“Why are you here Kira? You wanted nothing to do with me, remember? So why are you here?” “Did you rat me out to Kenji?” she asked. I was shocked by her statement, “how the hell would you think i'd do that, come on Kira I know we have our differences but come on!” she glared at me for a while before agreeing. “Fine but someone ratted me out and the only other person who knows my identity is your husband!” she exclaimed “Are you saying Nico did it?” I asked. “Yes, and I think I know why, I found out has been corresponding with someone on the down low, he has been giving him access and information over a long time probably since he first too over as kaichou,” she paused before turning away.

(A Few Hours Later) Her name was Kira Lean, fast, and ruthless. Not bonded to any pack, raised in the shadowlands where wolves either died young or learned to kill early. She stood before me, her chin high, one eyebrow raised. “You want me to play bait?” “I want you to play quiet,” I replied. “Infiltrate. Observe. And report.” Kira’s eyes gleamed. “And if he recognizes me?” “You know what to do.” She grinned. “Break his bones before he calls for help.”