Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

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?"

“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,

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"Killian, brother, this is Damien, my mate." King Killian's eyes flashed red, and he growled like a man about to take on a battlefield single-handedly. On instinct, I wrapped my arm around Charlotte's waist and pulled her behind me. If her brother were going to lose control of his beast, I would not risk her being collateral damage in his attempt to kill me.

Kalista asked, standing on her toes to see past the taller people standing before her. "Kalista I don't think you should see this," Jade told her, trying to shield her from the horrific sight, but Kalista shook her head. "What's on the cart? Tell me," she protested. Her questions were answered when the man who had been wailing suddenly screamed out. "Our son, Killian is dead! Murdered by a vicious beast" The crowd echoed his cry of pain and fury as they mourned for the loss of the young lad.

He continued to stare straight as he loosened his hand and casually replied, "I destroyed an entire pack by myself. It is a little disappointing that I didn't manage to get out unscathed." Serenity's hand shook while she raised her head to stare at him shock. She searched for signs of how this was a joke on his face, but those dead serious eyes confirmed the matter for her. Serenity's throat went dry. "Why would you do that?" she questioned in disbelief. Although the rumors spread all around on how Kieran was a bloodthirsty, heartless monster, she thought they were merely exaggerated words. And even though Kieran was a little intense, she couldn't picture him harming the innocent.

But we get along when I was inside her, she was like a drug killing me. And this passion to make her mine was on my head since the first time I laid my eyes on her. It was before she even realised who I was. When Killian’s mother was murdered by Jakob Schmidt, my mother made it her mission to avenge her sister. Alas, she died before she could see Jakob Schmidts brains splattered all across his living room floor. Killian was sixteen when he killed his father.

“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

Here, in his territory, waiting. "Get Raine to safety," he ordered Selene, his voice rough with barely controlled fury. "Now." But it was already too late. Killian stepped out from behind the pack house like a specter of death, his pale eyes glittering with satisfaction. He looked completely at ease, as if he owned the very ground he stood on, as if this were his territory instead of Matthias's. "Welcome home," he said pleasantly, his voice carrying across the courtyard with mocking warmth. "I hope your reunion was everything you dreamed it would be."