Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

I smirked back at her and rolled my eyes as she stuck her tongue out. The familiar citrus and sandalwood scent wafted from behind me, and I resisted the urge to turn around. From Maria and Kira's widening smirks, I knew who was behind me. "Hello, little mate." His husky voice called out from behind me. I could feel the heat running off of his body and my mind was instantly taken back to earlier that day. A blush crept up my cheeks as I turned around and faced Killian. He looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing a solid black suit. His hair was tousled as usual. His very presence demanded attention. Standing so close to him, I hadn't noticed that everyone else became quiet. All of my attention was

Elijah acknowledged Killian with a silent nod, their eyes communicating volumes. "Alejandro! Safely escort the women and children out of here. I'll handle these bastards," Killian ordered his cousin, who promptly obeyed, taking on the task of ensuring that all the innocent are safe and escorted out without any harm to them. Killian gritted his teeth as he killed another man. He didn't expect to get attacked by his rivals today, on the day he was getting married and was going to be announced as the next leader. It was a clear challenge and disrespect to him and the Suvillians and he was going to teach the fuckers a hard lesson tonight. They should have known better than to mess with him, to c

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND.

"Watching your fiancée be humiliated, forcing her to kiss another man, that's 'small' to you?" "That was a misunderstanding! I only wanted you to..." "You wanted me to learn my place? To understand who's the master?" I finished his sentence for him. Killian fell silent. "Killian, what you used to have was a Seraphina who turned herself into a shadow just to love you. But that shadow... you killed her yourself on the open sea." I stood up, ready to cut the connection. "Don't go!" He slammed his fist hard against the bulletproof glass.

“Come on, Papa!” Alfredo let himself be led away. He looked back at Killian one last time. His eyes said everything: Do what I told you. Killian was left alone in the big, dark room. He felt sick. He had to find out who this new dealer was. He had to have them killed. All to protect the woman he really loved, the woman he could never be with. It was a terrible, ugly trap. He pulled out his phone. He called one of his men.

Unlike Castillo’s fortress, Diego’s estate was deceptively warm, almost inviting—exactly the kind of mask that got men killed in our world. It was clever, I’d give him that. A wolf in grandfather’s clothing. The guards didn’t question me when I arrived. I mean, the gun hanging loosely on my belt should’ve been enough. The front door opened, and Liam filled the frame. Diego’s son. Taller than I remembered, cockier too, with a grin that begged for someone to knock it off. “Well, well,” Liam drawled. “The infamous Killian. The man who stole my cousin and apparently survived to tell the tale. Should I be offering you a drink or condolences?”

The captain of the solider yelled. Some of the soldiers grabbed my hand and I simply give in, while watching Killian smile. “Thank your captain because you will have been dead in right now” I said to him before the soldiers take me away.

I said I grabbed him by the collar. “I only asked you to join us for a drink because what I’m about to show you will render you weak,” Killian smiled heartily. “And what is that you want to show me?” Killian brought out his phone from his pocket and flashed it in front of me. I saw a photo of Alice being hung.

"Don't just defend. Destroy the ships. If they have no bridge, they have no way back to the South." Killian looked at me, and for the first time in five years, we were in total, breathtaking sync. The Alpha and his Luna. The Doctor and her King. He saw the fire in my eyes and realized that the girl he had rejected was the only one capable of leading him through this hell. "With pleasure, my Queen," he roared. Killian shifted into a full, massive charcoal wolf—a beast so large he seemed to swallow the morning light. He sprinted across the glass, a blur of shadow and silver, heading straight for the lead ship’s anchor line.

I startled at the sound of the man hanging from that tree croaking out with a laugh. Before I could blink, Killian turned around with a gun in hand and shot the man between his eyes. I blinked, again and again trying to unsee what just happened but I couldn’t. If I was shaking before, now I’m fully ready to let the wind take me. Killian just killed a man in front of me. He turned his attention back to me, eyes pointed with hatred and fury that I don’t deserve. This She he is talking about deserves the anger not me.