Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

“This is not the first time that he has done this, but this is the first time that boss hesitated. In the past, he would have pulled the trigger without a second thought. And he does not miss.” “So?” How was that a good thing? He almost killed Brooke and me. “Killian Davenport does not miss. The Boss I knew would have killed you for blocking his way and then he'd go ahead to kill me. But he hesitated before pulling that trigger and he missed. Trust me, that is progress.” Brooke muttered and I couldn't help but wonder why all his men were loyal to him. Brooke just confirmed that Kill had pulled the trigger at him before. But he was still very loyal to him. Same thing with Rosa.

He would control himself as long as she remained bound to HIS CRODE CLUTCHES! Nothing else mattered. Nothing! He knew who he was–a devil. A clever one! He didn’t deserve her. But he didn’t care either. Killian’s gaze swept over the blue sky, teeth biting down on his lip as it twisted into a dark sinister smirk. He glanced down at the tiny skull hanging around his neck which glinted beneath the shadow of his robe. She was there with him, always--even when she wasn’t. A menacing chuckle released. He knew her moves, her thoughts, her escapes. He knew exactly where she would go. And she had only proved him right. “Don’t wander too far, rabbit. I’ll be there.”

Rohan said. Killian nodded. “I will. Thank you, Rohan.” They exchanged a brotherly hug, and before leaving, Rohan dipped his head at me in farewell. By then, Killian’s aura was rolling off him in heavy waves. Whatever that clandestine place was, the information had clearly soured his mood. We moved to a more private area of the restaurant, and just as I sat beside him, he pulled me closer by the throat—not aggressively, but possessively. “Now tell me the truth, Doll. How do you really know him?” he hissed, so close our mouths almost touched. “Is he the one who taught you all those little tricks you claim to know?”

He turned to Seven, who had just stepped out of his car and was regarding the scene with raised eyebrows, looking torn between amusement and disbelief. Killian clapped the other man on the shoulder, his eyes bright with mischief and an almost childlike excitement. "You're just in time for the show of the century!" he crowed. "Who knew our little sister-in-law had it in her, eh? I gotta hand it to her - she's got one hell of a mean right hook." Seven shook his head in bemusement at Killian's antics. Leave it to him to find the absurd humor in even the most volatile of situations.

I said I grabbed him by the collar. “I only asked you to join us for a drink because what I’m about to show you will render you weak,” Killian smiled heartily. “And what is that you want to show me?” Killian brought out his phone from his pocket and flashed it in front of me. I saw a photo of Alice being hung.

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.”

And once again, the only person who can answer that is him. The black SUV pulls up beside the curb. Will jumps in first. Will climbs into the back with Kate, leaving me to sit beside Killian. As soon as our eyes meet, something pulls me in a different direction. With a welcoming smile, my shoulders relax, releasing the nervous tension I have been carrying. “Hi.” He grins, keeping his hands to himself for once. He’s dressed casually in a pair of jeans, white sneakers, and tee. On his head, he’s wearing a Yankees cap. I didn’t know he’s a fan, but it doesn’t surprise me either. Killian has always been athletic and loved all types of sports.

Killian worked quickly, tying him to the chair before finally looking at me. "You’re getting late. Let me escort you," he said, his voice suddenly casual as he moved to a set of drawers. He pulled out a gun holster, securing it to his waist before placing his gun inside. "But—" "Shh." He pressed a finger to his lips and moved toward me, picking up the hoodie from the sofa. "You won't like what I’ll do to him. If you want to know when he talks, I’ll record it for you," he said, dusting off the hoodie before holding it open.

“I just feel a little sick.” Alessandro snorted and laughed like I’d just told the dumbest joke of the year. “You? Sick?” He shook his head. “Now I’ve heard it all.” “Fuck off,” I growled. “Let’s hear your dumbass plan already.” “Fucking asshole,” he muttered, rolling his eyes before handing me his phone. “Killian’s going to be at that club tonight. You know the one. Bastard’s neck-deep in Russian intel. If you want your shipment back, he’s your best shot. But tread lightly. Could be a trap.”

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec