Killian Jones Captain Hook Novels & Stories

"The green flag captain?" "Ethan's at a student council meeting," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the adjacent table. "Hey, let's talk about what we're going to do after graduation." Lily tapped the table in excitement. Before Leo could reply, I looked up and saw Ryan walking down the path. He had his massive black hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his practice jersey crumpled in his hand. He looked sharp, focused, and entirely like the team captain he was born to be.

Killian remarked as he tapped my head softly. Could somebody pinch me? Why is he being so sweet and charming? If this is fantasy, then I never want to return to my reality. What I like about Killian was that he never really made me feel like I am at a terminal stage of my cancer. I could tell that he does not like me out of pity too. "Why are you so understanding, Captain Hook? I thought you were the villain in Peter pan." I joked around. The atmosphere was getting too serious and it does not vibe along with the happy mood in the area.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

The chief looks serious. The chief glanced around. Keep this quiet for now. But your captain is right. This was deliberate. Professional. Not a prank. Kade took the metal from me and turned it over. His eyes went dark. I know this type. Used in tight operations back home. Burns everything. Fast. No evidence left usually. They meant to kill. The young winger joined us breathing quick. Kill? Us? Who would do that? We are just hockey players. The big defenseman came next. This is Vance and his people. Has to be. The party was bringing us together. They hate that.

“I didn’t want to act like a jinx, but… that kind of attention? It usually or should I say it always spells trouble. You should be careful.” I frowned, confused and curious at the same time “Why?? Who… who are they?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to appear composed. Her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement. “Well the brown haired one is Kael Donovan... He’s the captain of the Silver Claws hockey team. And the cold prince looking one is Jace.. Jace Morgan, captain of the Iron Fangs. They are literally the heartthrob of this great prison we call an institution… especially our dear Brielle so trust me darling do not be near the hockey princes.”

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

and every head turned toward Number 17. Oh no. He was… annoyingly perfect. Tall, even in skates. Shoulders that looked like they could bench-press a Zamboni. Dark hair curling out from under his helmet, and when he yanked it off for a water break, his face was all sharp jawline and cocky grin. Knox Callahan, team captain and local legend, according to the three different people who’d already warned me about him in the grocery store. Dad blew his whistle. “Callahan! Quit showboating and run the power play again!”

It looked like he was about to throw a punch. “Gideon, don’t,” Liam whispered, grabbing my arm. “Not today. The penalty's not worth it.” I shook him off. Kept my eyes on Kenneth, a small, cold smile on my face. “And Kenneth?” My voice dropped until the whole room felt it. “Just so we’re clear, I’m still captain and I'm still that heir. I can yank you off the roster before you even lace your skates. Make sure you never touch ice in this territory again.”

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.”

He sighed softly “No” He looked sideways, probably trying to find for an escape plan when I cupped his face in my palms. “Elias Moss, are you being serious right now?” I raised a brow of suspicion. “What really happened on the rink that you’re not telling me”