Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Mother of cow, I don't know, I just want to run away! /// "Since Harper Williams mysteriously could use the portal anytime she wants," The head gave me and Killian a teasing look. What was that about? "I will send you two for an urgent mission." "Why us?" Killian suddenly asked, his arms crossed. His CEO vibes were back again while he sat comfortably in the chair across from me, in front of the headmaster's desk. If one enters the room, one might think he's the one interrogating the head rather than the other way around.

“They’re too pretty. I feel like I’d be destroying art.” “You mean the one with three googly eyes and a broken candy cane leg?” Vivian asked. Brie glared. “That’s my Cyclops reindeer, and I love her.” “She’s horrifying,” Stella muttered, biting into a crooked sugar cookie. The front door opened again. Killian walked back in, this time with Kieran behind him.... Kieren has been visiting since the wedding begin Killian's cousin and all. “I brought backup,” he said, tossing a pack of takeaway containers on the counter. “Just in case you baked enough to feed a village.”

“It's not just a simple team we are up against, even you can agree. It's Starwest hockey team and we've never played them before.” The microwave chimed, it was time to get it out. “So? We will kick their asses the way we've been doing for other teams the last years.” “That's the thing, Noah. Like us, they've never been beaten before. Guess who their captain is.” I started digging into my food without a care in the world. “Am I supposed to be bothered?” “Vale.” I dropped the fork and it hit the table with a clank sound “Which Vale?” “The same Vale we know from Brooklyn high, Valentine McCall.”

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.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

“You might be surprised how fast that can change.” *** “Rampage.” Killian called. Putting his hand on the door. The redheaded giant wandered over to grip the handle with him. Hunkering his shoulder and rolling his head to pop it several times as if loosening the muscles. Then he steadied. “Are we ready?” Rampage didn’t even glance up at him as he nodded. I was at Killian’s back. My hands somehow finding their way up onto his shoulders to grip them. I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him or me...

"Don't just defend. Destroy the ships. If they have no bridge, they have no way back to the South." Killian looked at me, and for the first time in five years, we were in total, breathtaking sync. The Alpha and his Luna. The Doctor and her King. He saw the fire in my eyes and realized that the girl he had rejected was the only one capable of leading him through this hell. "With pleasure, my Queen," he roared. Killian shifted into a full, massive charcoal wolf—a beast so large he seemed to swallow the morning light. He sprinted across the glass, a blur of shadow and silver, heading straight for the lead ship’s anchor line.

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.

I gently turned, holding the silver blade that was concealed in my jacket so that I could fight myself if needed. Although he may as well have been a rogue, the guy in front of me wasn't. He was big, broad-shouldered, and had sharp, angular features that made him just as dangerous as the dark forests themselves. His eyes, which were a piercing storm-gray, cold, and calculating, were what held me in place, even though his raven-black hair tumbled in free waves over his face. Draven Killian. The Moonshine Pack's Alpha. and difficulties. Killian stepped up and said, "I didn't know the Golden Claw Pack permitted its members to wander so near neutral territory."

He didn't realize the wig was in this fatal position once he kept the punctured tire in the hood before closing it. "You kids made me panic for nothing." The officer laughs as he speaks, finding the whole thing hilarious. "I made myself panicked." Killian says to himself through gritted teeth, promising himself to kill Oliver for keeping the wig here. His soul almost left his body! "What are you guys doing here at this hour by the way?" The cop asks, being serious and suspicious. "Oh, I'm a huge nature lover! You see, I heard a lot about the Asscrick cliff. Just like its name, its beauty is extraordinary." Killian informs the cop while glaring at Sebastian with suggestive eyes.