Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

I cock my head to the side, now looking at the card. The event is in a few days. I cannot deny how nervous I am. I never knew Killian had family outside the ones I already know to begin with and that is just two people, Liam and Natalie. Don’t get me wrong, but one just never thinks far enough past the parents and siblings and both his parents are. . . . well, to put it frankly, unable to attend events. Unable to even breathe. Or see me to let me know they had siblings.

Omar groaned out in pain and pleaded for mercy. “Get him!" Killian snapped, and some guards trooped in. Two men grabbed Omar and dragged him off, his screams piercing the air as they took him away. Killian walked towards me, his fist clenched and his eyes filled with hatred. “You… are shameless," he spat and my breath ceased. Just like I feared, they perceived the wrong idea. “No, you're wrong, I… I—" “Get her," Lucian muttered and a guard grabbed my frail arm.

It wasn’t directed at Lucy either, so why did he have to kill her? I met his gaze with all the rage and hatred I felt towards him at the moment. I hated him so much, his presence repulsed me. He arched his eyebrow at my expression, suprised that a lowly slave like me would dare look him in the eye but I didn’t care. Earlier, I had hoped he wouldn’t recognize me but right now, I didn’t care anymore. “Don’t tell me you killed her just to get back at me for losing the hunting game.” Damien called out, breaking the silence and oblivious to the tension between Kieran and I.

After three mimosas, and feeling my spirits temporarily lifted, I decided to go see what the rest of the band was doing. Up in the penthouse, Killian was standing amongst a pile of suitcases playing his guitar. Ryan was sitting at his laptop, and Riley was nowhere to be seen. “You’re leaving already?” I asked Killian. “Got a noon flight to Heathrow,” he nodded, and took a puff on his joint. I remembered the stories Ryan had told me about Dr. Killian turning into Mr. Hyde… but wasn’t sure if I was supposed to let on that I knew. So I just said jokingly, “How are you going to survive the entire flight without any weed?”

“Keep calling my words stupid, you bastard. I don’t care.” “Oh, you will care.” Killian spat, already looking stressed. Before I knew it, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. Then he turned those bloodshot eyes on me. “I get why you punched me, Lucian. And you too, D.” He jerked his head toward Darius, who didn’t look like he gave two fucks about Killian’s words. “Aria provoked me. She called me names… hell, insulted me in ways no omega ever dared. Why the fuck didn’t I realize who she really was back then?!”

Damnit, Sarah. Chuck just gives another ‘your funeral’ shrug, and continues, “Your pretty little dudette, however, has got quite the bounty on her head from the head honcho. I wasn’t sure you were the one,” he says to me, “until you mentioned you killed Nick. When I called my contact outside the diner, he confirmed the bounty’s name was Sarah—Sarah Killian, am I right?” “Not pleased to meet you, fuck-clown,” I retort.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Killian looked around, his gaze searching, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I was furious when Ophelia mentioned death everywhere. I knew Ophelia wanted to manipulate Killian into not allowing Lillian to stay in the pack. I was stunned when Ophelia mentioned her, too, speaking about how rogues killed her husband. “Mother, there is no death here,” Killian said, his voice calm but firm. “They are,” Ophelia insisted, pointing at the car where Lillian lay. Killian turned to see for himself, surprise flashing across his face as he realised they were outside.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

My voice cracked as I lifted my arms to cover myself. He growled in his throat displeased both for my movements and the word I’d used. “My name is Killian! Killian Gallion.” He said through gritted teeth. “It was an honorable name once. Not something to be feared. Now.” His blue eyes flared yellow, he gripped my forearms and tossed them away from my body. Baring me to his view. Then he caught the back of my neck under my hair. Driving his face into the side of my throat and dragging it up along my ear to take in my scent where it was strong. His other hand gripped my hip almost bitingly and jerked me against him. Bringing my pelvis forward to meet his hardened length. Already straining his p