Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, can I see Luna Grace, please? I rushed all the way here when I heard you threw her into the dungeons. Dark Moon will not stay still after this insult.” “I would like to see what Dark Moon is capable of,” Killian answered with frost in his voice. “You should be ashamed of yourself, entertaining another woman before your mate goes cold in the ground.” “Let me worry about my shame. Focus on your unstable kingdom.” Killian tilted his head to the side at the jab and then a cold smile spread across his face. “You have become interesting,” he said and then he laughed, the sound spread chill in the air and Hawke froze, his complexion turning pale.

Before Cassius's bodyguard could even reach for his holster, the door were kicked open, slamming against the walls with a deafening crash. Cassius slowly raised his head. When his eyes locked onto Killian standing in the ruined doorway, there was no fear on his face, only a sickening smirk. He leaned farther back into his seat, resting his chin on his hands. "Well, well... the great Vane heir.." Cassius’s voice dripped with condescending dark charm. "Long time no see, Killian." Killian stood in the threshold, his chest heaving as he breathed. He was holding himself back from slaughter by a thread.

“We should kill one of his own to teach him a lesson.” Shit. I was taken off guard by that cunning Alpha. Maybe he wasn’t just the golden boy I thought he was. He played me smoothly… too smooth by asking me for one of my messengers. Unfortunately, Lio was the closest. He didn’t even let the poor man land before slitting his throat. All I could do was watch Lio struggle, choking in his own blood... Now that Killian was powerful, the first thing he did was slaughter his father's councilmen. I shook my head. Doing all that just to hide the truth behind his father’s death and then... double-cross me like that? How did he even know I planted spies among the council?

“What would have been your judgment if it was left to you?” The rogue man was silent. “What's your name?” “John.” “Alright, now John, I demand an answer. You keep trying to oppose my leadership. You have no bit of idea who Killian is.” Silas stepped forward whispering to me to be calm. “Of course I'm trying to be calm, but Killian is not even going to spare the life of that man I just let go.” John raised his head to look at me, “How do you know? Where you acquainted to him once?”

he said angrily. Killian was filled with rage at Zillah, his former Villain Luna, for attacking them and separating him from his son. He wanted to find his son, but he knew it was hopeless and he would have to accept that he would never see him again. He was filled with guilt for not being able to protect his son, and he cursed Zillah for what she had done. Killian was determined to make sure no other family would have to go through what he went through. He vowed to make sure every family was safe, no matter the cost. He was determined to make sure Zillah and her pack would never attack another family again.

“No.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek—gentle, despite the storm raging inside him. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. “I should’ve killed him tonight,” Killian muttered. “I should’ve put a bullet between Victor’s eyes.” Elena exhaled shakily. “Then next time… we won’t miss.” Killian froze. For a long moment, he just stared at her. Like he was seeing her for the first time. Then, slowly, the corner of his lips lifted in a smirk—a dangerous, approving smirk.

He grabbed the nearest guard by the throat and tossed him off the platform like he was a sack of grain. "Lyra," Killian said. His eyes weren't gold anymore. They were bright, burning white. "Get behind me." Killian ripped the other chain out of the wood with a final, massive heave. He stood up, towering over Vane. He looked like a god of war, covered in blood and scars. "My father's name," Killian growled, stepping toward Vane. "You said it would be a footnote of shame?" Vane lunged with his sword, but Killian just caught the blade with his bare hand. He twisted the sword out of Vane’s hand and snapped it over his knee. He grabbed Vane by the front of his robes and lifted him off the ground.

He groans, spitting out a tooth and blood. “SHE TOLD ME NOTHING!” I snarled, Killian’s fury bleeding into mine. “You just said it all yourself.” 14? He tried to force himself on my wife when she was just 14? He is dead. He will not live past today. After I get all the information from him I can, I personally will deal with his death. I will be letting Killian free to torture and torment him in ways that will have him begging me for death. “Take him away with the others,” I told my men, feeling the burning urge to shift now. Not yet. I still need information.

Damnit, Sarah. Chuck just gives another ‘your funeral’ shrug, and continues, “Your pretty little dudette, however, has got quite the bounty on her head from the head honcho. I wasn’t sure you were the one,” he says to me, “until you mentioned you killed Nick. When I called my contact outside the diner, he confirmed the bounty’s name was Sarah—Sarah Killian, am I right?” “Not pleased to meet you, fuck-clown,” I retort.

He was here to drown his sorrows and no woman was worth enough of his company so he made sure to ask for something that's hard to find. She is the only woman with Hazel eyes in the whole of the midnight pack. Nobody else possessed the beauty of his Queen. " I never thought that I would find you here." A voice comments, prompting Killian to turn to its direction. Killian came face to face with Lord Stephano. " What are you doing here?" Killian inquired unfriendly. At this point, he was in no mood to entertain anybody. All he was looking forward to was getting wasted, forget about her betrayal even if it's momentarily then go back home.