Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

OLIVIA Killian looked different. The broken, hollow man from the party was gone. In his place was the Killian I remembered from the camp—a mountain of coiled tension, his hazel eyes sharp and burning, scanning me from head to toe as we approached. He was surrounded by Lucas’s guards, but he stood like he was the only one who mattered. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, gave a painful, traitorous lurch.

Once she finished getting ready, Roxanne descended to the main hall with Orla. And just as she expected, Killian was already waiting there. The man stood near the staircase in his neat and elegant black military uniform. His black hair was perfectly styled once again, making him look every bit like the cold Duke Lunnart everyone knew. But the moment he saw Roxanne walking down the stairs, Killian’s red eyes stopped on her. And a few seconds later, his brows slowly furrowed. Noticing his stare, Roxanne lifted her chin slightly. “What?”

He just casually talked about his mate, who was the Luna of his pack, and he won't for sure take it lightly with Zayne. “Sara is my mate and my Luna. What right do you have to regard her as a thing?” Killian roared, and all the guards nearby assembled in front of the meeting hall. There was no doubt that things could get bloody if Zayne was not careful. “Do you think I will fear your guards?” Zayne asked with a mischievous smile, while Killian returned to him the exact mischievous smile. “They are all guards above the earth grade level, which means they are currently at the heavenly grade level. Try them and you will know.” Killian replied with sarcasm.

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

I don't understand what I did to deserve her wrath. Killian, wrapping his callous hand around my neck, snapped me out of my depressed thoughts. With a smirk plastered on his face. "I hope you know what you just did. Our battle will be as soon as your heat is over. You'd better hope you kill me." A sinister smile slowly appeared on his face as he stared at my shocked expression, closing the distance between us. "If you don't, I'm marking you as soon as the fight's over." Pulling back from me a bit. "You never should've let another man touch you. I would've been fine waiting until you accepted me to mark you. No more. You will be marked that day." He slammed his lips against mine, wrapping his

he continued. "I did some research. Jeremy Blake has been dead for quite some time. He's no doubt one of Killian's victims. So is Allora Mayor," Keegan said. "In conclusion, Jeremy and Allora are Killian's favorite forms," Noah said and Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked pissed. Allora's words slithered their way into my mind, creating doubts in my head. "Oh, really? Even if the death of your mate was totally his doing?"

He does anything she wants him to, and that makes him pathetic. I had a mate once who was nothing like I wanted, And she just accepted anything I did to her, so I actually ended up killing her while I was busy fucking her tight pussy. It did hurt a little when the bond broke. But even with a matebond, I didn’t love her, so I wasn’t to bed. But Killian went from a big bad rouge to Camille’s little bitch.

Although Killian was not one to follow rules, she could not allow him to disregard that. " What's not right Maya? I think this is perfect." Killian teased. He was not planning to claim her, just joking around. After all, Maya was the woman he chose as his mate, Luna of the pack and the Queen. How could he claim her in secret? That would be akin to disrespecting her and that's the last thing he'll ever do to his woman. " No, Killian… " Maya continued to plead only to have Killian chuckle. Only then did she understand that Killian was fooling around with her.

“I was honestly under the impression that Killian was a tyrant and ruled this pack terribly. I thought this place would be like a wasteland.” Ophelia giggled. “I understand why you would think like that. Killian is not the type to show emotions and looks like he would kill you on site, but he has a soft side and morals. Even before he got into power, he had formed his team and was planning on how to make this pack better.” My eyes widened a bit. “Why was he so passionate about it?” Ophelia looked to the ground and kicked a small stone until it flew forward. “I think it probably had something to do with his mother’s death.”

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,