Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

I’m coming. A vision flashed, unbidden, sharp as a claw to the gut. Her, bound to a chair in a room of shadowed stone, Killian’s silhouette looming like death’s own shadow. His hand on her chin, tilting her face up, those cruel lips curling in a smile that promised ruin. “Tell me, little Witch,” he purred, voice silk over steel, “does the bond burn for a killer? Or does it whisper his sins in the dark?”

Tears streamed continuously down my flushed cheeks. Killian turned his attention back to the massive screen. His pale gray eyes were pitch black with absolute triumph. "You will watch her live her entire life by my side," Killian promised, his voice a dark, lethal threat. "You will watch my beautiful wife carry my children. You will watch her build my empire. And you will cry blood knowing you can never, ever get her back." Killian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote. He pressed a single button. The massive screen instantly went pitch black. The audio cut off.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

Relief that she was walking around on her own and doing better, which calmed my nerves. “Coach Dante…” Janie began slowly as she made her way into the medical station, her eyes still flitting between both of us. “Does your team know?” Her voice rose so high that I flinched at its sharpness. “Does the team know that she has been seducing you, which is why you haven't fired her for trying to kill your captain's mate?” “Janie You're back and well.” Dante began to put some space between me and him before he leaned against the table behind him, his hands in his pocket with a neutral expression on his face.

“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.

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.