Killian Jones From Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

Killian was leaning on the wall at the rail, his hands snug in his jacket, just as I got there. There was no sign of movement as I drew near. “You okay?” I spoke in a quiet voice. I heard no response from him right away. He went on to say, “I should have acted sooner at the parlor.” “I understand, as you could only make it when you did,” was my reply. We solved it ourselves. He turned around and looked straight at me. “I have to tell you something.” He started with, “I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t know them, it's just that I didn’t give you every detail, either. The one who came to your table is named Draven. He wasn't meant to be there.”

I shielded Diana and Devon with my body, making sure they were safe while my eyes were on Killian, who was thrown away on the other side of the building, almost half unconscious from the poison in the wounds of his arm. “Dominic, be careful!” I screamed at my husband as I hid the kids behind the sarcophagus, the thick concrete protecting us from all the rubble that flew on us. With a quick study of the enemy that broke into the ancient mausoleum, I saw that his massive claws were coated with silver. My eyes widened as I realized that Killian had been lying to us! [Killian, you idiot!] I snarled at the MoonStone Alpha. [You didn’t do that wound on yourself, did you!? You fought one of them! T

Even then, that was short. It didn’t stop them from having their first child, a son. “Killian, will you snap my dress up please?” Killian stalked up behind his mother. He was tall, ever the handsome young noble he would be. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he craved. He had become deeply interested in the Death Flock, an assassin organization turned secret guard to the true royals that should have the crown.

His voice was deadly quiet. Damon opened his mouth to respond. “We were…” “Out,” I interrupted, straightening but keeping my hand on Damon’s arm. “Not that it’s any of your business.” Killian’s eyes flashed fully gold. “Not my business? You’re my mate. Everything you do is my business.” “Really?” I stepped away from Damon, facing Killian directly. “Because it seems like you’ve been pretty busy with your own business. How is Mona, by the way? Recovered from her dramatic collapse?”

Daniel asked hoping for a positive response at least. Their only affirmation was a sly smile and a gentle nod. Finally, something. --- "Mom," Clarissa called. "When are you going to tell me what is really going on?" Kara leaned upright on the wall. "Why does he want papers? How do you even know this man?" When Kara didn't answer, Clarissa sighed. "Mom, what is really going on?" Clarissa tried. "You can't-" "Do you really want to know the truth Clarissa?" Kara turned to look at her for the first time since she started talking.

Selene looked at Killian, who appeared to be lost in thought, and said, “Mr. Thorne, please sit. I will go and prepare some tea for you.” Killian could not wait. Just as Selene was about to leave, he went ahead and held her hand, “Wait.” Selene stopped and turned around. Their eyes met, and something deep inside them seemed to be pulling them together. “Who are you?” Killian asked. “I… I am Karen.” “Selene!” Killian called out the name with certainty. Selene’s face changed. How did he know her name? Had he finally remembered her, or did he have her investigated?