Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

"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.

“I just… I can’t face him. Not yet.” Killian’s eyes burned, his wolf close to the surface, but before he could press further, Liam slipped back in, his face grim. “He’s in the hall, Alpha,” he said, voice low. “Hooded, like he doesn’t want to be seen. He brought two betas, but they’re staying outside.” Killian stood, towering over me, his voice hard as iron. “Good. Keep his betas out there. I want him alone.” His gaze dropped to me, sharp and unyielding. “Stay here,” he ordered, no room for argument. “We’re not done.”

Killian said, his voice soft but terrifying, "I have left you alone in the past. I ignored your criminal dealings because they didn't concern me." Henderson's eyes went wide with terror. Sweat was beading on his forehead. "But how dare you try to hurt my company using deceptive means?" Killian continued, his voice getting colder with each word. "Did you think you could harm me? You? A rat I decided to help a bit, now claiming to be an eagle?" I watched in complete shock. My husband looked like a different person. This wasn't the Killian who brought me chocolate when I was sick. This was someone else entirely.

"I have something that might slow it but…" "No time." Killian reached behind his neck with his free hand and pulled out something I'd never seen before. A silver needle. Long and thin. With runes carved along its length. "What is that?" I asked. "Emergency measure." Killian's hand was shaking so bad he could barely hold the needle steady. "For if the curse ever got too strong. It'll buy you maybe ten minutes before…" He didn't finish. Just drove the needle into the base of his skull.

"We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules!" The Warden's mouth fell open. The officers behind him went rigid. This wasn't fear-forced compliance. This was worship. Killian Dante's name didn't carry weight in Deadmoo because he could fight — though he could, better than anyone alive. It carried weight because he could bring the dead back to breathing. That was the name they'd given him, whispered like a prayer between these walls: The Miracle Hand. Something dimmed behind his eyes for a moment. A quiet old man who'd once sat in the corner counting prayer beads, ignored by everyone, feared by no one — until the day he vanished and never came back.

I said “and I’m sure you have heard that too” “Of course,” he agreed, “and I’ve heard of the many hidden gems of strong people you keep in your pack. I would love to meet them someday.” I knew he meant Carlton and Cole, but I decided to play dumb. We may be allies, but I can still tell he was fishing for information. “Ah. Yes, but I’m sure they are nothing compared to your guys” nothing wrong with stroking his ego a little. “You flatter me,” Killian said.

That is not what I was expecting to find, honestly. “Gentleman, this is Ashley Walsh,” Killian says and someone clears their throat, standing up and I recognize him. He was Tobias' right hand, his face was bright red and he looked at the floor before looking at me as he placed his right hand on top of his chest on his left side on top of his heart.

She knocked down more than five attackers with her powerful limbs. Brian was entranced by this but he had to stay focused else he would be the dead meat. Serah was doing so well that he had a hard time tearing his eyes off her. "I think we're getting close", Killian said. He was still in his human form and the only reason why he didn't shift was due to the injury he had on his leg. Brian had been meaning to ask him where he got the injury from but he kept on forgetting to. "Let's round them up then finish them off", Brian said.

The hockey captain was on camera. "I'm only going to say this once," Ryan said, his tone authoritative and sharp. "Allison and I broke up because she was cheating on me. When I ended it, she asked me to keep the breakup quiet because she didn't want the public attention. I agreed. But Emma didn't steal me from Allison." That was totally a lie but there was no way Allison could say that without people seeing what she did. He looked down at Emma for a fraction of a second before facing the lens again. "When Emma and I first started talking, I didn't even know she was Allison's sister. Our connection developed naturally. She never interfered in anything."

It fell to the floor in a heap. "You don't have to be him up here," Killian whispered. He reached for the back of my head and gently pulled the cap off, letting my hair fall down around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through the strands, his eyes dark and full of a hunger that made my knees shake. "No Rowan. No heirs. No packs. Just us." He reached for the buttons of my tunic, his hands slow and steady. I didn't stop him. I didn't want to. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to be touched by the only person who knew the truth.