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.

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.

Down in the courtyard below, standing right under the bright patio lights, Killian was supposedly posing for a photograph with two team sponsors. His arm was draped over the shoulder of an older man, and his perfect, handsome smile was directed right at the camera flash. But his gray eyes weren't looking at the lens. They were angled upward, locked completely onto Carter and me. Even from a distance, I could feel the terrifying, icy glare of his gaze. His smile never slipped for the sponsors, but the dangerous tension in his jaw told me that a dark, violent fury was building inside him. Eventually, the party came to an end. The last of the drunk students stumbled out into Ubers, the reporter

he apologizes trying to pacify my mood but it is already sour enough. “No need. Keep your information to yourself. I don't need it and thanks for wasting my time” I say and walk towards the door with, a hunter by my side. “I can give you the key to Killian's failure if you want. She is a female. A well-known assassin in the pack. Does all of Killian's dirty jobs. An omega, olive skin, blue eyes, long black hair and a sharp mouth. Heard she was dating one of the men who got killed” he says making us halt.

"Did you find him? Where is he? Is Killian okay? Can we see him?" "Wren, I don't know how to say this, but two people had told me that.." "That what?" "Killian is already dead. Conri ordered for him to get beaten to death and castrated if he will not tell them where you are." I was speechless at first, then I mumbled, "But he doesn't. I just ran without direction." Suddenly, I could not breathe. Those words felt like it suffocated me. 'No! They were wrong! It can be! Killian is alive! We are meant to see each other someday!' the voice on my head yelled, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Inside me, my wolf was howling in pure agony, a broken, piercing sound that tore through my soul. “I mean every fucking word,” Killian spat, his voice dripping with venom and disgust. “The Moon Goddess clearly made a mistake pairing me with trash like you. I will be mated to someone worthy of standing as my Luna. Not some weak, pathetic, parentless omega who has nothing to offer but her tears.”

He said and they nodded knowing very well why he was going. Killian is the biggest womaniser in their college. He fucks girls with no string attach, insults them, doesn't sleeps with the same girl twice and yet they all run behind him. He has got girls in his both arms and he doesn't gives a fuck about them. For him, girls are nothing but tissue papers which are meant to be used once and thrown away. ***

Nothing had changed. He loved hereven after knowing her father was the one who had killed his mother. He had received a call from his PA on the day Ara was about to give birth. FLASHBACK "We have found the man who Rossi had hired to kill your mother," Killian shot up from his chair. the lust for blood rearing its head inside him. "He is already dead," the PA revealed. Killian couldn't help but feel disappointed. He didn't want him dead, he wanted him alive so that he could kill him with his own hands. Now he understood why it took them years to track the man. He was already dead.

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