Killian Ouat Novels & Stories

Killian didn't finish as though the weight of repercussion couldn't be pronounced with words. And the prisoners knew better. Breathes caught. Collective. low. Then it happened once. One thousand dangerous prisoners crumbled to their knees. Heads bowed to the floor, their voice chorusing, "We won't cause trouble, King Killian! We will always obey your rules." The warden gasped, the officers stiffened at the back. What they just witnessed wasn’t forced compliance— it was absolute submission. Killian Dante's name didn't just carry fear across Deadmoo due to his extraordinary fighting skill but also because he could resurrect the dead which was why he was given the name— THE MIRACLE HAND.

Oceane learned that Kieran’s cancer had not stabilized. “Mr. Kieran has given up on treatment and returned to Maple Residences,” Mrs. Oceane said while crying. “He’s a good man, so why would God do this to him? He’s still so young…”

“Of course, if it's too hard for you to tell me, then—” “It's all right,” he said, straightening in his seat. “I… want to tell you, but I think we should have a glass of wine first.” He gestured at the waiter, and a moment later we were sipping aromatic Syrah. Killian drank more than half of his glass in silence before he put it down and drew a deep breath. “I told you that I faced people trying to hurt me or take my life more than once. The first time it happened, I was six years old. I walked out of the school but couldn't see our car anywhere. I walked to the parking lot, where our chauffeur occasionally waited for me, but he wasn't there either. Then, a white van appeared. Two people dre

A dark shape emerging from the snow, broad and unyielding. Liam. He moved like fury given form, cold, precise, unstoppable. Kai was at his side, his expression grim, and behind them, four more of Liam’s warriors fanned out in formation. The Darius patrol froze. Even they could sense the shift in power. “Step away from her,” Liam said, his voice steady and deadly. One of the guards sneered. “This is Alpha Darius’s territory. Rogue grounds. You have no right…” Liam’s fist connected with his jaw before the sentence finished. The man hit the ground hard, snow bursting up around him.

Killan, the king of our school Oakdale High and his father is one of the four leaders of our town, Oakdale, as well as my father. My father is among the leaders and he has only me and my sister, Nadia. Nadia and I never get along. She’s my dad's favorite while I’m the despised daughter. However, I got the best thing every girl in school ever wanted and that’s Killan. We’ve been dating for a year since his return to town. I love him so much that I’ve decided our bonds as lovers will be magnified tonight once I offer him my virginity. Being one of the rulers’ son adds to Killian’s influence in the school aside from the fact that he's the leader of the school’s football team.

“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.”

“He’s planning to collaborate with Ms. Storm on a construction project. Also, he’s becoming a shareholder in the Storm Empire. I got insider information from one of his employees.” Aaron Anderson. The moment his assistant mentioned that name, Killian’s mood took a complete nosedive, the anger he’d been suppressing since morning, surfacing in full force. He didn’t think twice before grabbing his phone and dialing a number. The phone rang twice before someone answered it. Then came the most annoying voice. “Brother-in-law, don’t tell me that you’ve missed me already. Well, it has been over three months, I’m not surprised.” Killian’s eyes darkened. Still, he managed to keep his tone calm and st

Milla cuts in, pressing her palm to her forehead, “this could go south so fast you’ll be packing your bags by the weekend. Like, changing towns level south.” “He won’t do any of that,” I say, and honestly, I surprise myself with how steady I sound. “He might act all high and mighty every single day like he’s the second coming of Zeus, but he’s not bold enough or strong enough to pull something like that.” I cross my arms, leaning back as if this is something I’ve deeply researched, like I’ve written a thesis titled The Psychological Limitations of Owen Kyle. “With the right motivation, he could,” Star mutters, not even blinking, like she’s seen that alternate universe already.

Are we even prepared? Kira placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile, "Killian's called in all of his warriors and anyone else whose willing to fight. You wouldn't believe how many people showed up. Our entire town and pack house is full of warriors. Even the next town over is filled to the brim. Their all here to fight for us." "Hello my beautiful little mate." Killian's deep voice ran through my head and I nearly shouted with excitement. "That excited to hear from me?" I could practically see the smirk on his face. "Now I'm even more excited to come home."

Killian had had to turn away at that, choked up at the kindness of the man. The money, however much he ended up with, would help him realize his lifelong dream of raising Appaloosas. He'd kept his dream to himself. He hadn't even told the Hart brothers. But in all the years he'd been working for them, he'd made it his business to learn everything about the company, from buying to breeding to training. Apparently, they knew him better than he thought. As he got older, he'd brought it up to Dusty when they were together. The man, however, had never seen the value in it, and, after a while, Killian stopped talking to him about it.