Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

He had indeed turned weak. “Just one question. Are you Derek — the person who controlled Yule and killed Jade?” Celeste asked. Killian said nothing for a few seconds. He raised his gaze from the floor to her eyes. “I am.” “Why did you do it?” “You said you only had one question. Now excuse me, princess.” “What about my questions?” Hecate took over Celeste, and in an instant, her stoic eyes were filled with questions and tears. Killian walked past Hecate.

My feet stop right at the edge of the dock and my heart is hammering its way out of my chest as I stare at the water. It’s too dark to see anything underneath the reflection of the moon and the stars and all the waves. With my heart frenzied, with my mind in shambless, I kneel on the dock and bend forward to see a little better, trying to get a glimpse of the white haired idiot - From underneath the water, Killian emerges with a smirk on his face. His hands grab on the dock and he pushes himself up, to a closer level to my face, and his wet nose brushes against mine.

Iconus had brought Killian to his office in the ginormous castle so they could settle their scores and talk business. “I heard the curse caught up with you after all,” He went straight to the point when they were seated, not being one to beat about the bush. “It really is such a shame to know that you are going to die.” Killian had to give him that. The dragon lord did look slightly devastated that he was going to die, but the forwardness just had him chuckling in amusement, “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I’m afraid I’m not dying anytime soon. The curse has been broken.”

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!

The man who had always been steady and calm was now shaking violently at the shoulders. He remembered my pale face after the abortion, remembered my words when leaving: "I am going to collect the corpse of my love." So, every word I said was true. And he was the stupidest, cruelest executioner. --- Late at night, at the private yacht club in New York harbor. The sea breeze was biting, making one's bones ache. Killian stood on the pier, his black cashmere coat almost melting into the night. Opposite him stood the captain of the "Poseidon."

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.