Killian Jones Novels & Stories

Killian stepped up to my station, he wasn't wearing his Alpha jacket, just his crisp white shirt, and small dark red spots of blood were seeping through his fresh bandages wrapped tightly around his forearm. He didn't pick up a tray, he reached straight across the stone counter, his warm fingers covering mine right in front of two hundred people. His palms were red, raw and blistered from holding my silver chains in the cell, but his grip never trembled or faltered. "Killian, let go,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “People are watching.” The whispers grew. I could see Tinsley and a few of her friends behind whispering to themselves, as I closed my eyes mentally preparing myself for some bea

She expected to see Jaxon’s smug face or Kael’s glowing amber eyes. Instead, a tall, slender man stepped out onto the gravel path. It was Killian. Unlike Jaxon, who was always loud and aggressive, Killian walked with a strange, calm grace. He was incredibly handsome, with smooth pale skin and short dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead. He wore a simple, expensive white shirt and dark trousers. He did not look angry, and he did not look like a monster. He looked completely cool, calm, and collected. He even had a gentle, polite smile on his lips as he walked toward her.

Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness.

"It doesn’t matter. The fact is, as long as you’re available, she’ll come running. And once the grass gets greener on the other side, she’ll leave, just like last time." Harry’s mind drifted back to the last incident. Boma had run back to Donovan, professing her love for him. "Look, I don’t want to see you hurt," Ken said, his tone softening slightly. "You want to be like Donovan, right? A frat leader, a top student, admired and followed. You think that comes easy? He beat you at the polls, and he wasn’t even a candidate at the start. Yet here you are, playing the- I don’t want to use the word fool, but you get the picture."

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

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.

And if he was leaving, not staying here, she didn't have to worry about the messy aftermath. Right. You just keep saying that. If she was honest with herself, though, it really had to do with the appeal surrounding Killian like a cloud of electricity. His black shirt and jeans had emphasized his lean, rangy yet muscular body and made his eyes as dark as ebony. The square jaw and high cheekbones framed a face accented by thick brows and lashes. There was a tiny scar at one corner of his mouth and another faint one running down his left cheekbone. She knew via the grapevine he worked on a ranch outside the town where he lived in Montana. Had he gotten them there, or was he a brawler, wearing h

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Killian said through his clenched teeth. "You'd be a merciful one," Shane told him. Killian chuckled incredulously, staring at Shane as if he was a fool. "Cassian Prime Cole Rodriguez," Killian paused furrowing his brow. "Shane is the nickname isn't it. Your baby sister gave you that name." Killian motioned to Chloe and Cleo. A chill fell down my spine, as I noticed a female wolf drawing closer. "I'll make things easier, one of them in exchange for your little girlfriend," Killian said with devious smirk.