Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

He had black eyeglasses on and his hair was the usual neat and blonde. "What are you doing here? Ooh, you missed Paisley, didn't you?" I elbowed Paisley beside me who has a poker face. If I know, deep inside she's screaming at the top of her lungs. "No," Laurent shook his head and leaned at me. "I'm here to see you, love." "Call her like that again and I'll pull your head out." Killian stood in front of me and there again, Laurent and him started their 1,549th war.

I smile, happy to know that the ruler of Demons seems to be taking my news with the utmost urgency. “May I know which Demons you’ve captured before I hang up to prepare for my departure?” Killian asks, and I frown, looking at Liam, who watches me silently from his spot by the door. “Shirisius and Odishka.” I state, wincing and holding the phone away from my ear as Killian lets out a snarl so loud that I am sure it woke half of India from their slumber. “I am going to be very frank with you, Isabella, Odishka is my son. He went missing a year ago after I named his sister as my successor.” Killian informs me as soon as the snarl ends and the phone is by my ear again.

“Is it mine or Mum and Dad's fault that you don't have a husband yet? If you marry a rich husband, everyone will know you exist.” “That's it! I'm gonna teach her a lesson!” Zach rolled up his sleeves, about to slap the arrogant girl, But someone caught his hand mid-air. “Dude, let go!” “I know, she's a bit troublesome,” Killian admitted. “Isn't she my lovely wife, however? Zach Olsen, she's no longer your Little Sis.” “And who do you think you are?” Zach was beyond himself, ready to tackle the man. “The AG Group’s savior.” Killian released Zach's hand and pulled Lilian to his side protectively. “I won't take it easy with anyone that tries to hurt my wife.”

“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.”

Even then, that was short. It didn’t stop them from having their first child, a son. “Killian, will you snap my dress up please?” Killian stalked up behind his mother. He was tall, ever the handsome young noble he would be. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he craved. He had become deeply interested in the Death Flock, an assassin organization turned secret guard to the true royals that should have the crown.

Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness.

inquired the young girl, struggling to maintain her balance. "Well, I'm currently 8, but I'll be turning 9 later this year. Pretty amazing, huh?" responded Killian , sporting a wide grin aimed at the girl behind him. He eagerly anticipated reaching the age of 10 because that was when he would begin to feel a connection with his true soulmate, a bond that excited him greatly. Unbeknownst to young Killian , the future held something unexpected for him.

Killian’s father, Alpha Damien Thorne, looked at his son, his gaze full of pride as he questioned, “Son, have you already identified your mate?” “Yes, father.” Killian frowned. He had known a long time ago that his mate was the worthless omega, whose job was to scrub the pack toilets every day. When he found out, he had been too ashamed to share the news with his parents, and he had been hoping that maybe the goddess was just playing a prank on him, and his real mate would show up today. But after looking around, only the smell of jasmine and fresh mint filled his nose. But there was no way he was going to accept that omega as his Luna. He did not want to become a laughingstock in the supern

he said angrily. Killian was filled with rage at Zillah, his former Villain Luna, for attacking them and separating him from his son. He wanted to find his son, but he knew it was hopeless and he would have to accept that he would never see him again. He was filled with guilt for not being able to protect his son, and he cursed Zillah for what she had done. Killian was determined to make sure no other family would have to go through what he went through. He vowed to make sure every family was safe, no matter the cost. He was determined to make sure Zillah and her pack would never attack another family again.

"I bought the local precinct five years ago with Arthur’s Cayman money. We have twenty minutes before the state troopers realize the dispatch line is looped. Now... hand over the keycard, Elara, or I start by putting a bullet through the little girl under the table." The room seemed to lose all air. Killian’s entire posture shifted. The dark, suffocating aura around him flared with pure, murderous fury. His finger tightened on the trigger, every instinct driving him to end Valerie right where she stood, regardless of the men behind her. "Touch her," Killian whispered, his voice trembling with a violence so raw it sent shivers down my spine, "and I will tear your heart out with my bare hands