Kmann Stories

A young, not so young tiger hybrid is pulled into her brothers' bullshit because of a certain doppelgänger and her problems that she can't deal with herself, that bitch. But now she's tits deep in lots of bullshit, everyone's fucking bullshit. Not to mention there's suddenly another hybrid hanging over her shoulder, giving her weird looks that she's yet to figure out. Add teeth, blood, magic and a few...okay a lot...of curse words and you've got a story. Completed 31 July 2020

A blank and emotionless face had been replaced with a pearly white smile, full of glee and mischief. Her once sickly white eyes back to the glowing sea green orbs that swirled with such happiness and curiosity. Her body loose and accepting, free from all stress and tension. Book 3 of A Demigoddess's Disaster Completed 21st of July 2018 Edited 17th of February 2019

Zeus must've said something because Poseidon visibly sighed and looked away with a dangerous scowl. Perci's father collapsed into a puddle of sea water, disappearing to...wherever. Zeus coughed, clearing his throat and raised his glass once more. "Odin, the Allfather and I have declared an alliance between the Greeks and the Norse." It suddenly seemed like a moment to hold one's breath and the whole room did, "With the marriage of Thor Odinson and Persephone Jackson." Silence reigned over the room for a few moments before the quiet was broken with the shattering of glass hitting the marble floor. All eyes turned to the culprit, it being Perci herself. Annabeth was looking at her, shocked beyond comprehension and a hand covered her gaping mouth. Piper and Hazel's reaction were similar. The sea green eyed demigoddess took a shaky breath, a handful of her skirt and fled the room for the closest door. The only sound was the quick tapping of Perci's heels hitting the marble floor and the mountain quaking beneath her. Complete 14th of September 2018 Edited 18th of January 2019

Then it happened. Bolts of different coloured lights were flying around, lethal and fatal, half every intent of death and half with the goal of capture. Somehow, Ascella found herself back to back with Potter and behind his godfather. She was keeping an eye on Hermione and Luna as she and he fired off defensive and offensive spells to keep themselves safe. It might have been at least five minutes before everything went...wrong. Ascella was one who saw it coming, the emerald light flying towards Black, akin to Potter's eyes, she truly didn't know why she thought that. A step and a small shove and the bolt of lightning meant for her uncle...hit her. The first thing she could see, as shadows took over her sight, her father's eyes widening in utter terror, her mother's mouth opening to release a banshee's wail of sheer horror. Bellatrix moved to take a step and as much as Rodolphus wanted to as well, he instead took hold of her and they ran down a corridor. Next was Potter's heartbroken howl before he scrambled after the two older Lestranges and Hermione's scream of denial. Luna's sobs were a surprise, to be honest, louder than she thought they might be. She felt herself fall into Sirius, him holding her in his lap, as they sunk to the fall. He held her tightly before whispering the words, "Please Cella, why?" But the fifteen year old didn't have the chance to answer her silver lost their spark of life, her hand falling to cold, filthy ground. Ascella Rowan Lestrange...was dead.

In 1840 in a small town called Mystic Falls, a young powerful witch and legacy of the Greek God Hermes, Sally Jackson, gave birth to a beautiful little girl who closely resembled her father, the Sea God, Poseidon. Many trials she would face. Many she would meet and befriend. Many she would come upon and quarrel. But Maia Jackson would be one of few greatest and most talented demigods to have lived and fought. Her life will be as unpredictable as her emotions and her skills would be sought after by a myriad of species. And now, after more than a century the daughter of the seas and the legacy of thieves, Lady Maia Jackson would be returning to Mystic Falls. Now what happens when she sees three very familiar faces on people who should long be dead.

Katerina Petrova. Or Katherine Pierce. She is a "better you die than I," type of person. But after about four hundred years on the run and after the situation in Mystic Falls with the Salvatore Brothers, Katerina stumbles across an empty village. The buildings all burned to ashes. The vampire is about to move on, until a faint crying catches her attention. She finds a woman burnt to a crisp, but underneath the blackened corpse... a little baby girl screaming for help. The baby's mother had given her life to protect the blue eyed child. The known heartless Petrova hesitated, thinking back to when she was shunned for her own baby after she was taken from her arms. Katerina could leave the little girl to die a slow death... Or...

A raven-haired young woman knelt at the foot of Halfblood Hill, coated in dirt. Sweat. Golden ash. And blood. So, so much blood. Her's. Her friends'. Her enemies'. Zeus must've taken pity on those still alive, because it began to rain. Like the King of the Gods was trying to wash away the stench of Death. Book 1 of A Demigoddess's Disaster Complete 2nd of June 2018 Edited 10th of February 2021

Light obscured her vision, even worse than her tears did and when she next opened her eyes, she was welcomed with the sight of the Amazon's training arenas, the large villas and the marble temples. Lots of the warriors froze with confusion and concern, shocked to see the tearful woman curled up in the Queen of the Gods' arms. Book 4 of A Demigoddess's Disaster.

The first thing he saw when he woke was a pair of very familiar blue eyes, filled with amusement with a touch of concern and a soft smile curving her pink lips while a small crease centered her brow. "Dearest Elijah. Never has the thought of anyone beating you, ever crossed my mind. One of the best warriors in our village I do believe you once were, bested by two baby vampires." The blonde's laughter was the sweetest tune he had heard since they were human. One of his greatest friends and the one who had become like the older sister to all his siblings. "I thought you were dead... how are you alive?" The Mikaelson's voice was dry and raspy, for obvious reasons, "Where have you been all this time?" She smiled at him, "Mikael and Esther cared too much for me to let me continue as a mortal, Lijah. You know I was the replacement for Freya. As for where I have been..."

The silver circlet was made to curl around the crown of her head and dip down onto the centre of her forehead. The jewel on her brow was the same colour as her eyes. The woman took a shaky breath as the Amazon gently placed it on Perci's head and brushed her fringe out of the way, so it hung over a small part of the diadem. Book 2 of A Demigoddess's Disaster. Completed 24th of June 2018 Edited 29th of January 2019

The Mistress and the King have left their kingdom to help the Dwarves reclaim their own. Secrets have yet to be revealed and with danger right around the corner or more than likely over the next hill, what will it take for the whole truth to be brought into the light? Can and will the Dwarves trust them? And the Elves? What will they think? Book 2 of The Northerners

Sam, lost in his thoughts about Jessica, looked over to Deanna and wondered where and what she had been doing since he'd seen her last. His doe brown eyes then widened when he spotted a diamond studded gold engagement ring with two emeralds either side of it and another gold wedding band on her left ring finger. "Uh, D, Deanna?" The younger Winchester stammered. His sister looked over at him and hummed a 'yes.' He then pointed at the jewellery that shocked him to his core. She glanced to it, then fisted her hand, moving the rings only slightly. The Winchester sister bit her lip as she stared down at it. "And?" The dirty blonde grumbled, as her face saddened. But quickly she threw on that emotionless mask he knew all too well. Sam did see it though and was getting a little weirded out to see his big sister show any emotions at all. "You got married?" He whispered in disbelief. "Yeah," Deanna murmured and looked back at him, "Best and worst thing I've ever done, Sammy."

With the death of her closest friend, Tempest has lost her sanity, causing her to shift into the mindless beast that always clawed at the chains locking it away. But now the Tiger is free, the savage, bloodthirsty monster that had consumed her two times before. The saying goes, "Third times the charm..." Does this mean this the end of Tempest Salvatore and the beginning of the chaotic being that was the darkest part of her soul? But then, from nowhere, she comes across a strange man who seems to revel in her discord and destruction, taking delight in her lack of humanity. How will this story end?

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

The last living lord from a Russian mob family leaves his home in favour of a more quiet place to raise his motherless, six month old daughter and for once, to teach the minds of high school students, instead of drawing up maps and battle strategies for whoever was ruling Russia these days. On his first day as a teacher, he meets Rosalie Hale.

Payton Williams was not your regular Southern Belle. No, she was impolite, had a smart mouth and was a little shit. Not your everyday Texan Sweetheart, who just seemed to know things before they happened. One day, after telling her baby brother Charles that she was only going into town for some sugar, Payton finds herself dead and with a hunger for blood. Then not long after, Charlie joined her, upsetting her beyond belief. But there was one thing that made her existence slightly better. And it was the person who changed her, trained her and freed her. Major Jasper Whitlock. Her mate.

Years before he'd been daggered, the Reckless Mikaelson had met a very talented songstress who had befriended him. Kol had found her fascinating, especially when she felt no attraction to him and treated him like the brother she had never had, while he treated as the sister he needed. The blonde had been completed shocked when Kol told her everything and he was overjoyed to find she never treated him any different. And unlike a lot of people, she didn't ask to be changed . He did it anyway. Kol hadn't wanted to lose one of the few people who actually cared about him. She just had the talent to draw people in, so when the two Mikaelsons stepped into the small bar, he wasn't at all surprised to find all eyes on her. She would also only ever sing in small establishments, so they'd get the publicity they needed. ~I found a thrill, A thrill to press my cheek to, A thrill that I've never known.~

"Stories of the Dark One reach back further than the stories of the Wolves. A lone, ancient warrior of immense power feared and respected, wandering the plains, looking for his soul mate. No one truly knows how old he is. The legends say that should you meet him and survive, you are indeed a worthy Alpha. For he is, the Alpha of Alphas." Billy claimed, as the pack and the imprints stated into the fire. The Cold Ones had told them that their... Leaders... Were closing in and would be here in less than a week. "How are you so sure that the Dark One is a man?" The voice of a certain female shifter spoke. "Because I have met him." The hoarse tone of the medicine man answered her. He wore only pants and from his right shoulder, down his chest to his left hipbone, five claws marks had scarred his once russet coloured skin.

Lying on the front doorstep was a basket, holding a small baby with the beginning of black curled locks. The baby's aura flared as Bellatrix stepped closer and she fell to her knees in awe of the power and strength. So...Dark... it was beautiful. Needing to see her new Lord or Lady, the Black witch shifted to hover over the basket, noticing the pink knitted blanket and the yellowed envelope. "My Lady..." Bellatrix whispered reverently, dragging the pad of her thumb up her delicate cheekbone.

No longer able to do his original job, what he and his kind were created to accomplish, Cyrus now collects favours from the friends and allies he has made over thousands of years he's been alive. While also being the last of his kind doesn't help his mindset for such as task that has been asked of him, at least a student who he had assisted a long time ago has decided to tag her sorry ass along for this certain favour, whether he likes it or not. But one thing is for sure... If Mystic Falls can handle witches, werewolves and vampires, oh my... Can it handle something else?