Killian Captain Hook Novelas e Histórias

The first Iron Hound leaped, its jaws snapping inches from my throat. Killian appeared from the side, his massive black wolf form fully realized now. He caught the hound in mid-air, his heavy jaws closing around its armored neck. With a brutal shake of his head, he snapped the beast's spine, throwing the carcass over the cliff edge into the dark gap below. But the physical strain of the shift was too much.

I say, once I have finally secured his attention. “Killian. Right. Sign here. And I’ll need to make a copy of your driver’s license,” he says, passing the clipboard under the glass to me. I notice he seems to be sweating—out of nervousness, I assume, as the AC in the visitors’ lobby keeps the room quite cool. “Somethin’ going on here, today?” I ask, fishing for information, as I hand him my forged driver’s license. “‘Fraid I’m not allowed to talk about it,” he says as he takes back the signed clipboard and my fake ID.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Me myself was enough to teach that rascal. Killian read the atmosphere well as he gathered the shadows that were beginning to buzz. He prepared himself where he stood. I unleashed the power that had been swirling inside me, demanding to be launched. Since Killian was just staring like a coward, I was the one to start. I swung my fist at him in a quick, aggressive motion. But a foot before I could reach him, the shadow solidified and blocked my fist like a shield. That didn't deter me, I launched a hook that hit him right in the temple. Killian limped to one side. His lips parted in utter insanity.

"Two days ago. The moment I realized who you were, and again yesterday, the moment the scout confirmed what happened. I chose to redirect my entire unit away from IronVale instead. I lied to my own men about why. I'm currently disobeying every reasonable expectation my father has of how quickly I report back from a border assignment, specifically so you'd have time to heal before anyone in that clan knew you were alive." I wanted to hold onto my fury. It felt safer than the alternative, safer than sitting with the possibility that this stranger, this brother of the man who'd destroyed me, might actually be telling the truth. Anger was simple. But some small, exhausted part of me couldn't qui

That's why he can't believe that the Woman doesn't even bat her eyes to this Man! "Red, prepare my Car. I want to see her up close." Napatango na lang si Red at tumakbo papuntang Parking lot, masama ang mood ng Boss niya kaya kailangan umayos siya. Nang maayos niya ang sasakyan ay napako na ang mga mata nito kay Killian na palapit na sa sasakyan. Nakasuot na ngayon si Killian ng itim na Hoodie at black cap, nag-mask pa ito ng itim.

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE 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.

He finally understood the meaning of my last look. That was complete disappointment in him. It was a silent accusation against this stupid man. After a long time. Killian opened his eyes, the pain in them replaced by a chilling depth. He didn't rage, nor did he lose control. He just calmly took the voice recorder, then faintly instructed the bodyguard: "Organize the captain's testimony and keep all evidence." "As for him..." Killian looked down at the captain limp on the ground. "Suspend his license first. Return it to him when Elena goes to prison."

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."