Killian Jones From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

Miles got thirty stitches; the thug got two weeks in the hospital. “But that’s just a rumor,” Killian said. “Do you believe it, though?” I asked. “Oh yes,” he said seriously. It was funny – over and over again, Derek and Ryan would exclaim, “I didn’t know that.” Apparently it wasn’t just me; Killian was extremely reserved with everyone around him. But he kept to his promise, and answered every question I posed him. The one thing I couldn’t pin him down on was his romantic history. He hemmed and hawed, and would only admit to ‘seeing some bird named Lucy’ or ‘going around with a lovely girl named Jane.’

It was Jonas. My childhood best friend. The one who was supposed to be dead. A rush of my childhood memories slammed into me right then. I looked back at Killian, who was sitting there, fragile and broken, unaware that the past was clawing its way back, threatening to change everything.

Rohan said. Killian nodded. “I will. Thank you, Rohan.” They exchanged a brotherly hug, and before leaving, Rohan dipped his head at me in farewell. By then, Killian’s aura was rolling off him in heavy waves. Whatever that clandestine place was, the information had clearly soured his mood. We moved to a more private area of the restaurant, and just as I sat beside him, he pulled me closer by the throat—not aggressively, but possessively. “Now tell me the truth, Doll. How do you really know him?” he hissed, so close our mouths almost touched. “Is he the one who taught you all those little tricks you claim to know?”

Jake growled, raising his hand to hit me. I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact to reach my face but it didn't. Jake was ripped away from me. His body was sent flying across the garden. His attacker and my defender turned out to be no other person than Killian. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was him but it quickly vanished when I caught the glint in his eyes – bloodlust. “Killian!” He was on Jake in seconds, moving too fast for me to see. One moment, Jake was scrambling to get away me the next –

I could sense that whatever he said affected her hard. “Thank you for the dance, Luna,” Killian said before turning to all of us. He gave us a cool smile and finally took off his mask. He was striking with piercing, predator-like eyes that were a darker shade of hazel. “I am so glad to finally meet you all,” Killian smirked. “I must say, you all are pretty good actors.” “We followed along with your nonsense,” I hissed. “I was wondering when that wolf of yours would come out, Alpha Asher,” he said.

"And mother of Magnus, the son your army murdered." The dungeon went deathly quiet. Killian's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. Surprise. Anger. And something that might have been regret. "Luna Mira," he repeated. "The one who escaped during the raid. The one we never found." He looked at me with new eyes, seeing past the disguise, past the lies. "You've been under my roof this entire time." "Yes." "Serving me. Cleaning my chambers. Standing beside me." His laugh was bitter. "And I never knew."

He didn’t look as certain as he did before. Killian stepped forward slightly, placing himself just ahead of me. Not blocking me, not forcing me back. Just standing right in front of me protectively. Like it was his instinct. “You’re being used,” Killian said, his voice cutting through the quiet. “The council is feeding you a story and you’re running with it.” Jason’s expression flickered. “You know nothing.” “Really?,” Killian replied. “I am an elder of the Unified Supernatural Council. Still think I know nothing?”

" can you do it as well? Mum said you were a Lycan and that you could turn into a wolf without the full moon" " Yes, I can, " Killian said with a smile. he was a bit surprised that his ex-wife talked about him to his children. he had thought that the purpose of her running away while pregnant was so she could pretend he never existed. "I will show you " Killian took off his jacket and tossed it aside, he hoped that Raze wouldn't ignore him this time around. he hadn't been able to transform into a wolf for years now because his wolf had never once responded to him, not since Lisa Left. Raze insisted that Lisa was their mate but Killian didn't believe it.

Killian denied nothing. "So it is the sex?" "No, Valeria. In as much as I see the sex as average, that isn't why I am doing this," said Killian. "I am just looking for the right one." Killian Romero was the Lord of the manor, and as such, was an Alpha, but it wasn't going to be made official for another week. If he was doing such to me, then he was looking for someone else before his coronation ceremony. This realization hit me like a bag of nails.

"You and I both know that’s a lie." Elena tilted her chin up defiantly. "Then why don’t you tell me what I was doing?" Damian’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. "You’re playing with fire, Raven. And fire has a way of burning those who think they can control it." Her stomach clenched. Did he know who she really was? Did he suspect she was here for revenge? But before she could respond, a familiar, authoritative voice echoed down the hall. "Damian." Elena’s breath caught as Killian appeared, shirtless, his sculpted torso illuminated by the city lights. His hair was tousled, his gaze sharp as he took in the scene before him.