Killian Jones Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

“First things first, find out the maid responsible for misleading Tiffanie. That shouldn’t be difficult for you, also, fish out the guard who helped Jade sneak into the palace and the dining room for that matter.” “Yes, your majesty!” Leonard bowed his head and walked away briskly, his left hand firmly holding onto the sheath of his sword as though letting go of it would make him lose it. As the door shut and the room returned to its silence, Killian reached for my hand and pulled me closer to himself. “I hope you don’t believe any of those words she said to you?” He asked and my eyes fell away from his face. “As much as I want to look you in the eye and tell you that I couldn’t care less ab

“Your Majesty, can I see Luna Grace, please? I rushed all the way here when I heard you threw her into the dungeons. Dark Moon will not stay still after this insult.” “I would like to see what Dark Moon is capable of,” Killian answered with frost in his voice. “You should be ashamed of yourself, entertaining another woman before your mate goes cold in the ground.” “Let me worry about my shame. Focus on your unstable kingdom.” Killian tilted his head to the side at the jab and then a cold smile spread across his face. “You have become interesting,” he said and then he laughed, the sound spread chill in the air and Hawke froze, his complexion turning pale.

As she went back to the kitchen, her mind raced with thoughts, what if her little troublemaker ended up becoming like Marcus? She decorated her cake before giving her child a slice and now he was happy again. “Luna Aria, a word?” She turned to see who had called her and it was Killian, dressed in nothing but the finest attire. And behind him, was his first son. He had brought his dad into the game and she was not impressed. “I'm busy Alpha Killian.” She returned the greeting and her mate smirked like the devil himself. He pushed his first born and unsurely, he waddled to his little brother who was scared of him.

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.

Hogan and his wife simultaneously shot upright. “The day you first mentioned the name ‘Killian’ to me, I remember feeling like I’d heard it somewhere before,” she continued, her smile deepening mischievously. “And today, when I went to my mentor's office to drop off some materials, I saw a photo of the two of them together. I asked about it, and guess what? Killian is actually his nephew!”

kept me glued to the bed. A man stepped forward, looking tall and stern, with his long silver hair, which had been tied back, catching the moonlight that streamed through the window. His eyes were glacial blue, his aura sharp enough to freeze the air. I was suddenly feeling cold. It was Killian, the Eastern Alpha, the healer, scholar, and most mysterious among the cardinal Alphas. He approached me and began to unwrap a bandage around my wrist. “You heal slower than most,” he murmured without looking at me.

" I just didn't think he was the type to help." "Well, Clearly, you do not know me." Oh no, this is weird. If looks could kill, Killian might have Killed Damon. They must have some sort of history. "I don't think we have officially met." " Alpha Damon Nash, of the Crescent Moon pack." "Alpha Killian Jones of the death moon pack. You've met my mate, Luna Lucy Bennet." "No, Im not Luna yet babe. I am still working on my training and then school." "You are Luna, even if you haven't had your Luna ceremony yet."

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.

And he remade my nest. And he’s a backwards Neandertal who loses his marbles when he finds out a grown ass woman had a lover or two. Did he think I was home crocheting all this time? I mean, I was. A lot. My escapades were few and far between. I wasn’t sneaking off into the bushes after every moonlight swim like his cousin Ashlynn does. No judgement, not from me, but damn, Killian is as big a hypocrite as any male in this pack.

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?”