Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

I was the fuse on a bomb that was already ticking. ​Killian stood at the very edge of the helipad, his massive, dark Alpha form silhouetted against the violet sky like a herald of doom. His fur was standing on end, crackling with the static electricity generated by the Hive’s proximity. He wasn’t looking at the ship; his predatory gaze was fixed on the streets thousands of feet below, where the first “Infection Pods” were beginning to fall like black, oily raindrops from the heavens.

"Idiot. Keep staring like that and he'll put a bullet through your skull. You do remember he carries everywhere, right?" Where Kidd was white, Kieran wore black-his tank top showing off a tattoo on his left arm, eyepatch over his right eye. They were mirror images in more than just looks: Kidd was playful and patient until pushed too far, while Kieran had a short fuse but kept his head even when angry. Kidd grimaced, glancing over at Lucian cautiously before muttering, "Fuck me-he's gone for good this time." "Yep. Hook, line, and sinker," Kieran agreed, rubbing marinade into a whole milkfish.

He wasn't yelling or trying to sound like a tragic hero—he just stated it like a cold fact. "He told me if I wasn't the best guy on the ice, I was wasting his time and his money," Carter added, his knuckles turning a little pale around the wooden stick. "So... I get it. Having stuff in your past you don't feel like sharing with anybody." I stared at the side of his profile. The arrogant, untouchable hockey captain vibe he wore around campus completely melted away, leaving just a guy who had been pushed way too hard for way too long.

Alex had been quite notorious during freshman year, and his arrogant, overly confident attitude had made me prefer Michael, who seemed calmer and easier to deal with. "But Alex was always around as the captain of Williams Hockey Club, and because he had a close relationship with Mr. Williams, he eventually became more disciplined," she said. She paused and looked directly at me before continuing. "What do you mean this relationship was a bet?" I asked, my voice tightening. Chelsea folded her arms and stared at me as if she were deciding how much more to reveal. "You remember the first hockey party that was hosted at the school arena, right?" she asked. I nodded slowly, remembering the party

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

You’re his weakness, the other man's ego eating an apple simply stated as continued eating as if I wasn’t there. You’re going to jail for this. Jail ? “The bitch” the one that had just said mockingly as he started laughing hysterically as if he was pissed. Don’t get me wrong sweetheart you seem to think like a fucking faggot there’s no jail nothing like that for us I promise you. As for Killian he ran a dirty business on our boss and we lost a little something and our boss is so vengeful on getting it back but trust us when we say Killian is a careful man that man is full blown psychopath.

"You should have taken the deal in the boathouse, Elowen. Now, you’re going to jail with your keeper." I didn't answer him. I looked down at Killian. He was sitting back in his leather chair, his fingers still steepled, his face as unbending as a stone wall. He didn't flinch. He didn't look at the drive. "Is that the best you can do, Henderson?" Killian asked, his voice a low, casual baritone that didn't hold a single sliver of panic. "I assure you, Mr. Blackwood, it is more than enough," Henderson replied, his smile faltering slightly under Killian's absolute indifference.

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

I tightened my grip, and for once he didn’t pull away. The mighty Killian reduced to this. Who knew he was such a sick fellow? “You’re going to do as I say—no compromise. Until you have enough souls in control, you’ll take orders from me."

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.