Alpha Killian Novels & Stories

He knew his place. Killian pulls his sunglasses off, dropping them on the table, he looks between the two of us, a slow but wide mischievous smile comes across his features. “I tell ya brothers, this female the Alpha wants protecting, can’t say I blame him for being ready to go to war over her. Woohee.” He says shaking his hand like he touched something hot. “That hot?” Jamerson chuckles. “Fucking gorgeous and sassy too.” He chuckles. Jamerson leans forward with interest, “You tap it?”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Was it Alpha Killian? Alpha Killian was calm and waiting for the attack of his men, and when they simultaneously attack him, he dodge everyone like a pro. I was stunned seeing his skills, no doubt why he is the Alpha of this pack. He’s a good match to Alpha Baron, though I haven’t seen with my two eyes how he fights. As far as I remembered, he was hailed as the Alpha because of the tattoo on his back, which they believe was a sign that he is the son of the moon. “Who are you?” I was taken aback when someone speak from behind, and when I meet his gaze, I recognize him. He was one of the two who dragged me to this pack.

then she would proceed to wash all the dishes, take out the laundry, and then start working on the breakfast for the rest of the family. she hums quietly to herself as she gets started on breakfast. it wasn't long before she was distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Kira glances over her shoulders only to see Killian walking into the kitchen. she immediately turns her head and tries her best to appear small Killian was the son of Alpha Colin, he was two years older than Kira was and would soon ascend his father's position as Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.

She wouldn't let him see her struggle. Killian walked into the room, and the temperature seemed to rise ten degrees. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His chest was a map of muscle and scars, reminders of the wars he had fought to become the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. “The King’s men don't fight fair, Faith” Killian said, his voice echoing against the stone walls. They won't wait for you to find your magic. If they get close, you need to know how to break a windpipe or snap a wrist.

"But it doesn't matter now. This battle will decide everything." I took a step closer, my gaze unwavering as I met his eyes. A shiver of recognition ran down my spine as I realized the identity of the mysterious Alpha: Dorian Phoenix, the very same Alpha I had seen in my visions. In those glimpses of the future, I had witnessed his sinister intentions, his desire to spread a deadly virus in Silverbrook Haven, all with the singular purpose of taking Cassian away from me, making me his bride.

Alex stepped forward and crouched down next to Allen. "No, I'm not. I gave you two are warning already and you didn't listen." Alex looked at Allen and smiled. "What's the punishment for disobeying an Alphas orders when it comes to his mate?" "Death." Everyone says. Allen stands and walks over to Sebestian . He takes him in his arms and kisses him forehead as they watch to see what Alex is going to do. Type and Win walked forward dragging Jia body besides Jones'.

he growled and the warrior rushed forward at once as they pushed her up from the floor roughly and dragged her out. "Dad please don't do this, how am I meant to lead the pack without you!" Killian asked as he fell to his knees beside his father who was already sprawled on the floor. "You made the perfect choice today Killian, and I hope that you'll continue to do that as the alpha of this pack!" He whispered. "Remember, one filthy human doesn't qualify the rest of other humans!" He added and finally closed his eyes in death. And for the first time in all of Killian's twenty-one years of living tears slipped out of his eyes and slowly landed on his father's cheeks.

For the next two years, Killian worked at being the great leader everyone else believed he would be, until that day. He’d received a call about some human trafficking occurring in the East controlled by Alpha Alois McCall. As the Lycan Alpha, it was his duty to stop the man, but he never anticipated encountering the love of his life. When they’d gone back home that day, his friend and Beta Jethro, asked him what was wrong, and for the first time, Killian confided in someone. In his Lycan training, he’d been told that he could never come across as weak, and he was afraid that he’d ruined things with Calypso because he had been an asshole to her.

Ciro rushed up to him, “Dude, you took innocent lives. Why did—” Killian didn’t let him finish before he sent him flying with a kick. “No one dares mess with the Knighthowl pack anymore. I, Alpha Killian, have decided that!” He wore his pants and I marveled at his new look as he packed his hair into a ponytail. I always admired his look, but not as much as today. His low haircut usually gave him a simplistic appearance. But this long hair that reached down to his shoulders was a reason to droll.