Alpha Killian Novels & Stories

Alpha Lucas was very unhappy. This grave mistake would cause him a lot because there was a time Alpha Killian considered him one of the best, he has lost that respect now and the only thing he could hope for at that moment is that the king would not take his position from him. Yes, he was the rightful Alpha to his own pack but then Killian was the supreme leader so he had the power to rip him off his position, he could even banish him from his own pack and judging from the severity of the matter, it was something that could happen.

Kasha suddenly stands beside us. “Thanks for reminding me.” “Have you seen Killian?” He asked. “Yes. He is under Nash.” “I won’t say that for sure. Killian is a sly bastard. Try to get to know him more, and maybe you can take him to your side.” Kasha tapped Noah’s shoulder. “You can also try to search for Helio Katzman, Alpha of Nightfall. As far as I know, he is neutral. Offer him something to support you.” “Is he here?” Noah asked, showing his interest in this Alpha named Helio.

He grabbed Vane by the front of his robes and lifted him off the ground. "My name is Alpha Blackwood," Killian said. He threw Vane off the platform. The old man hit the stone floor with a sickening thud and didn't move again. Killian turned to me. The white light in his eyes started to fade, replaced by the warm gold I knew. He reached out and touched my short hair, his fingers trembling. "You cut it." "It was getting in the way," I said, a small, shaky laugh escaping my lips. He pulled me against him, his skin hot and wet with blood. Outside, the war was just starting. The Marsh Pack had hit the gates. The Academy was burning. But right here, I finally felt like I could breathe.

Alpha Killian. The names burned in my mind, their faces engraved in the depths of my fury. I rose, my power spilling into the room like a gathering storm. The walls trembled. Shadows recoiled. Even the strongest wolves lowered their gazes as my voice, forged from the marrow of galaxies, rumbled out. “Bring them forward.” The Alpha family came, Helios with his head bowed, Killian stiff with forced submission. Cowards, both. I could smell the stale reek of guilt and fear on them.

kept me glued to the bed. A man stepped forward, looking tall and stern, with his long silver hair, which had been tied back, catching the moonlight that streamed through the window. His eyes were glacial blue, his aura sharp enough to freeze the air. I was suddenly feeling cold. It was Killian, the Eastern Alpha, the healer, scholar, and most mysterious among the cardinal Alphas. He approached me and began to unwrap a bandage around my wrist. “You heal slower than most,” he murmured without looking at me.

He let out a deep and heavy sigh before answering James. “Alpha Killian…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “That is his name, Alpha King.” I clenched my hands upon hearing the name that I don't wish to hear. Many years had passed already since I heard Killian's name being mentioned and now, I have heard it again but as our enemy. His name speaks what kind of wolf he is. “Killian, huh,” James mumbled in his blank expression. “We'll find his pack and do what he did to all of you before.”

"This is not on you. Diego made his choices long before you ever entered the picture. His death is on him. Not you." "How can you say that?" Annie's eyes were filling with tears. "You just killed someone, Alpha. You ended his life like it meant nothing—" "It did mean nothing," Killian interrupted. His voice was still calm and controlled. "He was a thief and a liar and he got exactly what he deserved." Annie looked at him—really looked at him—and for the first time since they'd met, she saw it clearly. The darkness. The capacity for violence. The part of him that could order someone's death over the phone and then come to bed like nothing had happened.

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

The beta growled and I watched as the Alpha- my father- sighed tiredly before sobbing back into the chair. “You’re mad Killian. Very mad.” “Oh, I know that. And that’s why I plan to kill Alpha Blackwood. Maybe my madness would make me achieve that! Something your cowardly self would never do.” “KILLIAN!” “What did I tell you about screaming and moving? You’ll die a lot quicker than I had intended for you to.”

A flutter at the top window gets my attention, and I see Carlotta on the terrace above. She looks terrified when her eyes land on Kai, but they widen when she sees me. I feel a growl rising in my throat, but as I let it out, her mouth falls open in a gasp. “What do you want?” Marco, Sergio’s top Beta, steps forward and asks. Kai grins, takes the bags from his brothers, and then throws them at Marco’s feet. “I have killed your Alpha. He dared to step into my territory and threaten my Luna.” He says. Marco’s eyes widen, and I feel hatred emanating from him as he opens the bags to reveal his Alpha’s torn body.