Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

In a continuous movement, Mark dodged a hook from Killian, stretched his fingers with claws out, and drove them directly into the left side of my Alpha's neck. *STRACK!* The flesh of Killian's neck opened in four deep grooves from which blood well like a fountain, soaking his chest immediately. Killian fell to his knees at the threshold of the destroyed door, his hands searching for the open wound in a desperate attempt to contain the hemorrhage, his gray eyes losing their brightness as he collapsed on the pavement. “Killian...” the whisper choked in my throat. In that same instant, Mark Richards threw his head back and released a loud, sharp, and deafening howl of biological triumph.

Yule and Hikari both were driven by revenge, and I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. “Damn it!” Killian yelled. “I hate it when my puppet gives me a hard time. You should just listen to me and dance on my command, not go against me. Well, it seems like it’s time to discard a disobedient puppet…” Killian and Yule had stopped for less than a second to catch their breath and, in that time, a sword pierced through Killian’s back. It took us by surprise because none of us saw that coming. I couldn’t even make it when Celeste got that close to them. After a careful look, I realised it wasn’t Celeste, but Hecate, who attacked Killian.

The chief looks serious. The chief glanced around. Keep this quiet for now. But your captain is right. This was deliberate. Professional. Not a prank. Kade took the metal from me and turned it over. His eyes went dark. I know this type. Used in tight operations back home. Burns everything. Fast. No evidence left usually. They meant to kill. The young winger joined us breathing quick. Kill? Us? Who would do that? We are just hockey players. The big defenseman came next. This is Vance and his people. Has to be. The party was bringing us together. They hate that.

A distant boom echoed through the tunnels, followed by another. The man’s smile vanished. Killian. Aria’s bond flared hot and wild, a surge of golden fire inside her chest. “He’s coming,” she breathed. The man’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Let him. I will show him what his precious mate really is.” --- Far above, Killian led the first strike team into the enemy’s territory, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin. “Hold nothing back,” he ordered, his voice like iron. “Tonight, we take her back—or we burn this place to the ground.”

Here he is, lying in some Parisian back-street hospital, thinking he could hide from everyone. He'd played the coward's game, opting for a new face to match the cowardice in his soul. I stood in the doorway, watching him over the tinted glass. He was facing away from me, and the surgeon—some faceless hack with more than a few body bags in his history was scrubbing up for the task. Killian was on the operating table, his head covered by a surgical mask, but I knew him. I did not need to see his face to understand that the man who had harmed Rebel, who had tried to take her from me, would be executed.

Right in front of everyone, Killian crushed Grandpa’s spine like a dry twig, and then— He twisted his head clean off. In the recording, Killian tossed Grandpa’s body off the dais casually, wiped his hands, and said coldly: "The next person who tries to suppress me with rules will end up just like him." The screen cut to black. Our family looked like ashes. The "Savior" emotional route: Dead. The "Loyal Consigliere" rules route: Dead. Killian was a demon who couldn't be reasoned with! He didn't need love, and he didn't follow rules!