Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

He glared at the spoiled psychopathic CEO, "I couldn't let it continue and I also needed you and your northern drilling rights, out of the way, so I threatened your doctors to poison the potion you'd take," "You bastard," Caspian glared at him, "I simply wanted to evolve, humans are weak and feeble, your kind are supposed to be our future," "You are a sick bastard Caspian," Killian chuckled, "You should have stayed the fuck away from my land," He walked towards Caspian and elongated his claws. "Send Josephine my warm greetings in hell," He told before slashing the CEO's throat. "Killian," The last thing is saw was Caspian struggling for breath as blood sprouted out from his wounds before suc

That was the most disgusting statement I had heard from him so far. “Hereby mark you, Laura Faris, my Luna!” Those words found their way to my heart and pieced it with great fury, making me gasp for air, as I watched him lower his head seductively to her neck, drawing his lips to her neck, and gently, I saw his fangs pop out, and the blood drip. The badass, Killian, has marked Laura his Luna. The crowed knew nothing. Those daft and gullible people.

Killian remarked as he tapped my head softly. Could somebody pinch me? Why is he being so sweet and charming? If this is fantasy, then I never want to return to my reality. What I like about Killian was that he never really made me feel like I am at a terminal stage of my cancer. I could tell that he does not like me out of pity too. "Why are you so understanding, Captain Hook? I thought you were the villain in Peter pan." I joked around. The atmosphere was getting too serious and it does not vibe along with the happy mood in the area.

"They said you were dead. But something inside me told me to save you, so I did. I took you away, handed you to the ambulance for CPR, and brought you to my pack where I made sure you were safe but everyone else thought you didn't make it.” I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat as I processed his words. "What about Daniel?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "My first mate. What happened to him?" Killian's expression darkened at the mention of Daniel's name, his jaw clenched with barely concealed anger. "I forced him to reject you," he replied tersely, his tone filled with bitterness. "He didn't deserve you. Then I hit him a couple of times when I was angry.”

"Sheilah is already dead. Once we return, we can form our mate bond. My dear Miss Elena, would you do me the honor?" Elena beamed. "I'd love to." Suddenly realizing they had just been discussing a memorial for me, Elena quickly wiped the smile from her face. She cupped Killian's cheeks, looking like an innocent, sweet girl worrying over her older sister. "But what about Sheilah?" Killian sneered. "That stupid she-wolf? She got what she deserved!" 'Yes! I was a stupid she-wolf,' my soul echoed bitterly. Stupid enough to ever believe a single word you said.

"He was a fool if he thought he could simply send a man to kill me. Killian will deal with him now." He recalled finding Killian in London. When he had found him, the world's deadliest hitman, enjoying his 450th kill, he had stopped to watch as the man killed his victim mercilessly. Xavier had to admit, even he would grimace, witnessing the gruesome death. With Killian on his side, he could dominate the entire mafia world.

“You might be surprised how fast that can change.” *** “Rampage.” Killian called. Putting his hand on the door. The redheaded giant wandered over to grip the handle with him. Hunkering his shoulder and rolling his head to pop it several times as if loosening the muscles. Then he steadied. “Are we ready?” Rampage didn’t even glance up at him as he nodded. I was at Killian’s back. My hands somehow finding their way up onto his shoulders to grip them. I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him or me...

I stood near the back wall, completely invisible, and watched Killian. He was surrounded by a thick crowd of cheering fans, hockey teammates, and photographers. Victoria Sterling stood right by his side, her hand resting gracefully on his forearm as if she belonged there. Killian didn't look bothered at all. He effortlessly slipped right back into his role as Toronto’s golden hockey captain. He smiled perfectly for the cameras, signed jerseys for screaming girls, and answered every reporter's question with absolute confidence. Looking at him now, so cold, perfect, and completely out of reach, a painful lump formed in my throat. I began to question whether the vulnerable, desperate man who ha

"But she can’t ask for your help. So who else would she turn to?" "Christen Meng is looking for M too," Killian stated. I exhaled sharply. "Then I have to apologize to you, Love," He said. "For the one thing I failed to realize." Killian crouched beside the guard. The man’s body stiffened. A twitch. A shallow breath. All this time, he’d been pretending to be unconscious. Killian’s voice turned ice-cold. "I seem to have a mole." A deadly silence stretched between us. The muscle in his jaw twitched. His fury was barely contained. Then, with slow precision, Killian pressed the gun to the man’s head.