Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

“All your contacts have been transferred to the new phone.” Great! She thought, sarcastically. Her old phone worked just fine. Apparently, even a vessel must look the part in the elite society. *** “P-please, s-spare me.” The man tied town to a chair pleaded while sputtering blood. Killian circled around him, staring at him intensely. The metal knuckle brace on his hand was dripping with blood. “You had one job.” Killian gritted, stopping to face him. “Scare her. How dare you touch her?!” He roared. The security team shook in fear. Their boss was always calm and collected.

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.

“He is going to... he is going to claim what is his…” Killian let out a dark laugh, one that contained not a hint of humanity. He grew tired of the evasions. He made a nearly imperceptible sign and Caleb stepped aside immediately, knowing what was coming. “Insufficient answers. Caleb, watch the door,” Killian ordered. In a movement that the human eye could not follow, Killian extended his right hand. His claws, long and sharp as obsidian scalpels, sank into the guard's chest, just below the sternum.

Instantly hearing this, I opened my eyes and saw Kilhan let go of him already, his claws still hanging in the air as he stared intensely at Xavier. Still coughing intensely, Xavier wrapped his hands around his reddened neck as he tried to physically clear his breath pathways. “Stay away from my woman!” Kilhan commanded in a hoarse voice. Seeing his claws still protruded, I knew he was still so very angry and Xavier's life was still in danger. I had to do something. I moved to his front from behind him and tightly wrapped my hands around him again. “Kilhan, C’mon. That’s enough. Don’t let him further ruin our fun.” I muttered, hiding the fact that I was still shivering in fear.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

“I just hope you remember these words.” From the corner of my eye I suddenly spotted the hockey stick leaning against the wall “A-are you thinking of joining the team?” I asked softly, scared to move an inch as we were so close to each other that I could feel my lips against his own. “I-I thought you weren’t interested.” Kevrian followed my gaze, then turned back to me with a slow, wicked smirk. “I don’t just want to join, Kitten. I want to be captain.”

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

"Do you trust me?" It took some seconds. His jaw tightened, his mouth twitched and then he turned to me with all seriousness and nodded. "Yes, I do." I nodded as well and turned back to Kelly who had just come back into the room holding a large transparent tarpaulin bag. She had a look of boredom on her face. "Have you both said your goodbyes? Now, make sure you both stay quiet and prepare to die." See. . . That's the problem. If you want to shoot, shoot, don't talk.