Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

I moved through the sweaty bodies, my eyes scanning the room until I saw him. ​He was leaning against the far wall, a shadow in a room full of neon. Ryan Carter. The captain of the hockey team. The guy with the dangerous reputation and the haunted eyes. ​Perfect. ​I didn't hesitate. I didn't think. If I did, I’d stop. I walked straight up to him. He noticed me three paces out, his gaze locking onto mine. His eyes were dark, confused, and entirely too focused. ​"You lost?" he said. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up.

Killian said, turning around. "Erika," he said, "on that night your wolf awakened. That night when I was betrayed by a huge number of my pack. That night when I lost a lot of my pack members in the war and our properties fa ed fatal damages. That night when I almost lost my bestfriend..." "Don't tell me..." I gasped, my brain had quickly picked where his point was landed for. "Yes, that devil was the one behind it all," Killian said, "he's Sloane, leader of the sky blood pack. He looks innocent unless you are aware of his capabilities. The only sworn enemy I have... It's that devil called Sloane."

******************************* I jumped at the sound of the front door being slammed shut. My heart raced against my ribcage, and both Natasha and I walked out of the suit to see what was going on. However, I never did expect to see Killian holding a man by his hair, his face was filled with blood, and I could tell that he had a bullet wound. “Killian?” I called before I could stop myself. He turned to face me for a second before turning to look at the man once again as he dragged him to what he called ‘the basement’. I looked at Natasha who took a deep breath.

*** 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 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.”

"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.”