Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

He held a thick piece of wood in his hands, long and cylindrical but bent here and there, and nearly snapped in half. Sylvia recognized it to be Ol’ Man Rick’s cane, one he stubbornly refused to use save for when his knees ached from the winter chill. “Kill,” she whispered, her throat dry and scratchy. His fiery red eyes studied her intensely. He clicked his tongue and spat at the unconscious Uno. “I told you to watch out for these bastards.” Killian raised the ruined cane high and smacked the boy’s behind with such strength it finally snapped, the broken piece flying a few meters away. Then he threw the useless half in his hand.

“I hope it has been proven to everyone that I have no ill intentions towards this pack. If something like this happens again, then I will have no choice but to seek justice for myself.” Killian finally realized that he had been wrong to have doubted Selene. He had broken his promise to her, and he almost ruined her life a second time. The moment Selene landed on the ground, not caring whether she was wet or not, Killian hugged her and kissed her in front of everyone. But before he could enjoy the sweetness, Selene pushed him away and sneered, “You have no right, Alpha.”

Wrapping her arm around my shoulder as though we're besties, Rein twirls me to face the sea. "Well then, my hatred will reduce if you keep to your word because Killian is all mine." She circles her free hand in the air for emphasis, then staggers away with her friend running after her. Killian is talking with Alpha Declan who's good-looking with military-cut blonde hair, and probably around Killian's age. He's tall with broad shoulders, but Killian is beefier. Men from both packs circled them. And Killian stops talking, only to openly glance at me, causing Declan to do the same. But Killian doesn't even stop. And I wonder what is going on in his mind.

“Killian, you and I are going with Nova. We are going to save my father, and we are going to smash those drills.” Killian smiled, a dangerous, happy expression that showed his sharp teeth. He grabbed her hand, locking his fingers with hers. “Lead the way, Catalyst. Let's go hunting.”

"HAHAHAH using witches and vampires to kill the rightful alpha and their heir, ya takes a real man to kill a child. You fucking coward." "KILL HIM now Beta!!!" The other older man grabbed Killian's hair and exposed his neck and slide the blade across Killains's neck blood spilling down his chest.

, A human who was converted into a demon after his death twenty-something years ago. I saw Emilia glare at him and I returned my attention to the old man seated across me. "I can handle my business." "This isn't only yours to sort with, Killian..." He said. "I didn't inform the others because I am aware they were going to cause a ruckus and might plan an attack against the rogues which would disrupt the mortal world. Still, that doesn't mean you do whatever you want without consulting me." He stated. Sometimes he nagged as though I were a baby to be cared for.

The man didn’t know he was signing his own death sentence, a brutal one at that. Tears dripped down her bewitching eyes, further fueling his hunger for blood. Her lips were trembling and her skin had turned as pale as a sheet. She was looking at him with hope. Her conscience knew he was her protector, her only saviour. Her state was weakening his stance. It was for good that his eyes were covered. “Who is your wife?” one of the men hollered. Killian didn’t answer. He was intended to prolong their confusion. He had to save both the women and taking anyone’s name would mean throwing them into death’s den.

"Well?" he finally prompted. She cocked her head and studied him for long moments. "You're new here," she said at last. "You're one of the Walker boys. Is this week your turn?" Fuck. Was the whole sordid story common news here? "I'm Killian." He held out his hand. She took it, her warm, soft skin igniting the blood in his veins. Or maybe it was the intense irritation at being the object of common gossip.

Killian passed by me, looking at me with that expression that would have killed a common man, and walked directly toward the mahogany mini-bar. “Stop the nonsense, Caleb” he hinted, pouring himself a glass of neat whiskey. “I didn't mark her for that. It was the only way to save her from the Richards' interference.” But for a second his hand stopped before bringing the glass to his lips. I let out a mocking laugh. I had known Killian since we were pups. He wouldn't mark a woman, especially not a she-wolf without a pure lineage, unless he was hopelessly in love with her.