Kilian Black Book Novels & Stories

Tyse threw the keys to Mayeli, but they didn't hit her hands, nor did they hit the floor. From the look on Tyse's suddenly intimidated face, Mayeli was sure they had company. She turned to see Killian and almost screamed. Why was he always so hot? Killian was dressed in black pants, a black shirt, black boots, and a long flowing black coat. His black curly hair was falling slightly down his forehead. Killian glared at Tyse. “Have you lost your mind?” He asked the smaller man, his voice filled with anger. Tyse took a step backwards. “I think I should leave you to it, Mayeli”, he replied, dashing away.

She always responded with a smile, watching us joke around with whatever she thought. Had she known? Night fell, and the sound of the roaring wind crawled into my ears. I opened my eyes, rolling lazily off the bed. The room was dark, but I could see perfectly like it was day. "Emily…" a masculine voice reached out to me. I searched the room with my eyes, the sight of a black-covered book coursing through. I could remember the book from the hospital desk but I hadn’t brought it home. How did it get here? The book looked disheveled, big, and had a strange inscription on it. I didn't remember buying such a book, nor had I seen it in Dad's hands.

PROCEDURE: OFF‑BOOK NEURAL INTERFACE TRIAL – ACHERON PROTOCOL AUTHORIZING PHYSICIAN: DR. EMIL KOVACS CONSULTING: DR. ALEXANDER KANE Below that, in smaller type: FUNDING PARTNER: L. BLACK (PRIVATE) My breath caught. Black. Lucien Black. The name rolled through my mind like thunder. “Mila,” I said slowly. “Show me that line again.” She angled the page toward me, eyes sharp. “I didn’t think much of it at first,” she said. “Rich people love to slap their initial on things. But when I saw how many of your ‘treatments’ had that same partner code attached…”

’ ‘NYPD FOOTAGE LEAKED: BILLIONAIRE CEO KILLIAN BLACKWOOD IDENTIFIED AS APEX PREDATOR? High-definition, shaky civilian footage played on a loop. It showed Killian’s colossal, rune-covered wolf form holding the titan’s hand at the top of the skyscraper, followed by a blurry shot of my glowing, violet-gold eyes and the starlight crown sealing the sky. The masquerade was truly, irrevocably dead. "Well," I murmured, watching a panel of human 'experts' panic on CNN. "We aren't exactly a secret anymore." Killian didn't even look at the television. He was far more interested in trailing kisses down my collarbone. "Let them panic. It will remind them to be polite when they finally ask for an audienc

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

“Elder Joe, please get up. Don’t be too formal with me. I am just here to retrieve something, and I hope that you can help me find it.” “Anything for you, my alpha.” Elder Joe bowed in respect. Killian looked at him and went directly to the point, “I want something, a journal to be specific, the one about the Lunar Guardian bloodline and the Black Sigil.” “What?” Joe’s expression changed after hearing that. He could not even speak properly and stammered, “What did you just say?” Killian repeated his statement, “I want the journal about the Lunar Guardian bloodline and the Black Sigil faction.”

However, Killian continued to mock and insult her, his eyes devoid of any remorse. Yifa shut her eyes tightly, placing a hand over her chest in an attempt to still the rapid thumping of her heart. It was merely a dream, an illusion she needed to dismiss. Once she regained her composure, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room enveloping her was adorned in a deep shade of navy blue, housing an expansive king-sized bed. It bore a striking resemblance to Killian 's quarters, complete with a walk-in closet, a spacious bathroom, and a bookshelf crammed with literature and trinkets. Yifa didn't have to exert much mental effort to deduce that this was Black 's domain. The walls were ad

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

A group of people in black uniforms filed into the room. Their uniforms bore a special insignia: a snarling wolf's head beneath a crescent moon. The man leading them looked like a younger version of Killian. "Julian?" Killian frowned. "What are you doing here?" Julian—Killian’s younger brother—wore a smirk that dripped with ambition. "Brother, I'm here on official business." He held up a document. "An arrest warrant from the Supernatural Bureau of Investigation." "What?" "Killian Blackwood," Julian read formally, "you are charged with violating Sections Three and Seven of the Lycan Secrecy Pact by engaging in a private relationship with a human female, resulting in the exposure of our bloodl

he asked. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. I haven't even seen him in a while." I swallowed. "I found.. a book, a book in Sebastian's library. It contained.. profiles. Photographs of people who had already died. Dead. With notes in there, and all killed." He looked at me like he was really listening to me. "On the very last page, there's Killian's profile," I swallowed. "He was targeted." "You're worried about Killian?"