Killian Jones From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

It was the first kind thing I had said to him in five years. Killian nodded, his expression one of humble gratitude. "I’ll give you space. I’ll lead the warriors back." He turned to walk away, but Luna called out. "Wait! Dark Man!" Killian stopped, looking back. "You have a hole in your heart, too," Luna said, pointing at his chest. "But it’s not empty like the other man. It’s just waiting for a key." Killian looked at me, a flash of unbearable longing in his eyes, before he shifted and disappeared into the trees.

His eyes rummaged all around for her but instead found Thea accompanied by Rowan, one of the very best and most trusted pack warriors, and behind them was Jax. Thea approached Killian in a glowing red corset gown with a graceful smile and stood next to him. "Thea," Killian called out to her, placing a kiss on her lips. She responded with her usual smile pasted on her face. "Where is Sheila?" Killian turned to Jax. He shook his head, "I haven't seen Luna yet." Thea's smile immediately turned to a scowl. "Clearly, she had many important things to do other than the feast. She is utterly unreliable and useless." She spoke calmly, but her sharp words only pissed off his wolf, Ryker.

ARCHIE JONES All dressed I sat in the car with Kyle Jones next to me and Omega Williams driving. "Uncle why are you taking me to the Packs banquet?" Kyle Jones asked me confused with my decision. "As a Werewolf are you supposed to stay at him instead of socializing and finding a mate for yourself" I scolded his ignorance. "But I don't want a mate, I already found love " He suddenly said as I turned to look at him "Concentrate on your studies and forget everything about Love" I reprimanded.

He released Elena’s hip and spun around, his face paling as the heavy double doors of the east wing swung open. Killian Cross stood in the archway. He had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only his dark trousers and an unbuttoned charcoal vest that did nothing to hide the massive, lethal breadth of his shoulders. His dark, obsidian eyes were fixed entirely on Julian’s hand, a terrifying, lawless violence simmering just beneath his composed surface.

" You don't know about that. Never look down on something or someone. You never know what help they can render. Besides, if I'm here, that's because I have my troubles. Maybe I could use a listening ear and a second opinion. Stephano pressed. " Is it about the pack although I highly doubt it. Is this about Luna? " Lord Stephano asked but Killian shook his head. " This isn't about my mother. " Killian answered, a hint of dejection laced in his words. " I don't mean Luna Miranda. I'm talking about the lady from the Silvermoon pack, Luna Maya." Stephano corrected and Killian nodded. " What happened? She doesn't look like someone who is problematic?" Stephano pressed, making Killian to snort wit

And if it was, I was tired of it. "I should have killed him when I had the chance," he whispered hoarsely. “None of this would have to happen in the first place.” I could almost roll my eyes. “You mean Kallum who is now half wolf and half dark witch?” Killian didn't say anything again, I rose up from the bed and walked up to him, close enough for me to smell the anxiety he felt and for him to smell my reassurance. “What do we do now that Aiden's a spy for Kallum?" His tone was curt.

I asked. “Uh, yeah. I think it would be better with you here,” she said, looking at Killian. “If that’s what you and luna want,” Killian said. He wiped off the bench with his towel. “Please sit, luna.” “You are such a humble kid.” I sat in between them on the bench. “So, Killian, tell me something about yourself. Except for your name, I only know that you were with Celeste in the Frost forest for three years. But what about your past? Where were you before? That is… only if you are comfortable in sharing. No compulsion.”

Killian paused for a while before saying, “You’re my Luna. I want you to go, baby. I want the rest of the Alphas to know I’ve got the best Luna and you need to do some networking, remember?” “Yes! You’re right, darling.” “I want you to wear the dress on that day. You like it, right?” “I love it. How’d you know the perfect size for me?” “How wouldn’t I know, baby? I hit you in the right spots and I know every inch of your body,” Killian uttered as we burst out laughing in unison. "Alright, honey, I got to go,” Killian said as he ended the call. …. It was time and I was ready for the Gala

It was all for power, and I was someone… a thing that was supposed to play as a pawn in the powerplay between Anderson and Harrise. A hand wrapped around my wrist. “Mila!” I pulled, and I turned back to look at Killian. Blinking in the night, I was already out of the mansion’s gates and on the road—an empty road—and the streetlight was the only source of light as I looked at Killian. My eyes immediately went to his busted lower lip and then down to the hand that was holding me. “How did you get here?” he asked. His knuckles were bruised and bloody. He knew about Tommen for a significant amount of time.

"Prince Julian was working with human hunters?" "He killed our own kind..." "Traitor!" "And one more thing," Killian said, his eyes sweeping across the room, his voice filled with absolute authority. "Did you all really think these were Bureau agents?" He snapped his fingers. The so-called "officers" immediately removed their masks, revealing familiar faces. They were all Killian's personal shadow guards. "What?!" Julian was in a full-blown panic. "Impossible! The Bureau clearly—" "The Bureau has been in my pocket for years," Killian's voice was pure ice. "Did you really think I'd be caught so easily? That I was just waiting for you to make your move?"