Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

he ended with another shout. “YES SIR.” Mr. Anderson responded with a salute. And with that, the Chief stomped away from the room with his other subordinate officers. As he stepped out, the five detectives let out a big sigh. They were literally holding their breath up until now, especially after how he just then poured his rage on JEAN, fearing what if the sound of their breathing somehow upsets their Chief and bring forth his another display of wrath. “What the hell is his problem? Why the hell is he so pissed on us? Did Dr. Killer killed his secret lover or something?” mumbled Kate as she got back to her computer.

Once she finished getting ready, Roxanne descended to the main hall with Orla. And just as she expected, Killian was already waiting there. The man stood near the staircase in his neat and elegant black military uniform. His black hair was perfectly styled once again, making him look every bit like the cold Duke Lunnart everyone knew. But the moment he saw Roxanne walking down the stairs, Killian’s red eyes stopped on her. And a few seconds later, his brows slowly furrowed. Noticing his stare, Roxanne lifted her chin slightly. “What?”

"Deploy the secondary war-galleys. Hunt them through the reefs while the water is still hot." Killian let out a dark, low growl of pure, bloodthirsty satisfaction, vaulting down from the lookout tower to land directly behind me. He didn't wait for the vanguard to deploy before his hands locked around the front of my tunic, pulling my back hard against his bare, scarred chest with a terrifying display of raw Alpha strength.

he trailed off. “Killian??” He blinked twice, then his eyes went wide. “Katie…” He turned back to Jules, “But you said…” He trailed off again, turning back to us, obviously trying to understand what was happening. “I will help you catch up since your brain can't do the job. Beta Charles. You have been caught. Tada!!” Killian waved his hand in the air like a crazy man. “Didn't expect it now, did you…all those years you got away with this shitty side operation and now, you finally have been caught.” Killian smiled proudly, putting his arm around me.

“No. He was too weak to hurt me.” I frowned. “Does it mean… you fought him?” A smug smirk appeared. “He was no match for me.” I resisted rolling my eyes as other worries surfaced. “Did you hand him to the police?” His smirk vanished, giving way to a wry grimace. “Well, that was the issue I needed to handle more delicately.” For some reason, his words raised hairs on my forearms. “What do you mean?” Killian sighed and lowered his head. “He killed himself to avoid interrogation.”

"The destroyers. Killian, they’ll sink this ship before we can even move the samples." He pulled away, but not before searing a final, bruising kiss against my jaw. He stood, reaching for the tactical gear he had shed only minutes before. Every movement was a symphony of controlled aggression. I watched him—the man who had just looked at me with a desperate, soul-shattering hunger now becoming the cold-blooded architect of death once more. "Cassian!" Killian roared into his comms, cinching his holster tight. "Status!"

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

His pale eyes glinted with venom. “Confess your biggest sin. Then I’ll decide whether to tell you or not.” Killian’s voice was deep and steady, but his gaze could kill. Cedric’s brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes before he scoffed weakly, “I did nothing, you–” A sharp kick to his chest cut him off mid-sentence. Killian leaned forward, voice dripping with venom. “Hana Salvatore.” The name froze the air. Killian’s eyes darkened like a storm. His jaw tightened and he hissed, “Does that name sound familiar?”

Jason Jax took a step closer towards winter, his fists clenching, but Killian raised a single hand, stopping him instantly. Killian didn't look angry. His expression remained completely flat. He slowly leaned down, tilting his head until his face was inches from Winter’s, his shadow completely swallowing her. "You have a very loud mouth, Winter," Killian whispered. He didn't look at her, his cold eyes sliding slowly past her shoulder to lock directly onto me standing frozen in the crowd. A slow, terrifying smile curved his lips. "But you're standing in the wrong place. Hazel is already mine. And I don't negotiate with the help."