Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

"Eden!" Kylian yelled scanning the crowd looking for her. Kylian's heart sank as he saw Eden's lifeless body lying on the ground, blood oozing out of her wounds. He fell on his knees beside her. "Eden" He yelled out holding her hands he couldn't feel a pulse. "Eden please" Kylian cried his tears streaming down his face as he held her in his arms. He couldn't believe that the love of his life, the one he had promised to protect with his life, was slipping away from him.

She spoke to Jacques in french and i knew she was talking about me because she kept on stealing frequent glances in my direction. “Oui, il l'est. Il s'appelle Kilian Dobrev. C'est un designer et aussi un de mes amis. (Yes, he is. His name is Killian Dobrev. He's a designer and also a friend of mine)”. Jacques replied while I took a seat in front of them before shaking hands with Miss Raquel. “Nice to meet you, Mr Killian.” She mumbled and I just couldn't take my eyes away from her beautiful perfect flawless face and cherry ruby lips.

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.

He wanted it to sink deep into my skull so I would never forget exactly how this happened. “I want to save you the stress of ever meeting me in person by doing this now. I don’t know what you’re called, or if you even have a name. But I, Khalid Williams, reject you, pathetic Omega, as my mate.”

His eyes grew anxious as he continued, 'Right at this minute, Killian O'Hara has taken my fiancée back to his MC club and stripped her of her clothes so he can chain her to his bed. He fully intends to rape her and beat her until she submits to him and becomes his sex slave. This is the kind of man he truly is.'

“What the fuck, Kill?“ I say, my chest rising and falling. “No one touches what’s mine,“ Killian says. “No one, Dawn.” >>>>

And His, in contrast, burned with a consuming lust. “Tu sais comment gérer les choses, sinon je sais comment trancher une gorge.” Killian murmured coldly in french into the device. His voice was deadly. [Translation: ‘You know how to handle things. Otherwise, I know how to slit a throat.’] Killian’s eyes landed on the stairs once then at her. Rosa stared at him frozen in nervousness. Her breath caught the moment he leaned in. She trembled. Killian’s hot and wet lips closed around her tiny nipple.

I refrained from slumping my shoulders at the thought and sipped my wine, keeping my eyes focused on his face. My mind went to Leo. Asking about the circumstances surrounding my brother’s death at Killian’s hands would only cause trouble. I didn’t need the full story, I decided. There were things about this lifestyle that just happened. Betrayal. Revenge. Death. “Why do you have an Irish first name if you’re Italian?” “So many questions tonight.” Killian poured me a second glass of wine. “My mother says she’s Irish somewhere down the line. Part of me believes she’s just fond of the word kill.”

Olivia ripped off her apron, stained with grease, and stormed out of the kitchen. Her sharp gaze swept over Sheila before landing on Killian. Killian stood tall and upright, nodding with composure and confidence to her and Antony. "Dad, Mom, hello. I'm Killian, Sheila's husband." A subtle silence filled the living room. Shock flickered across the faces of both Olivia and Antony. Sheila walked to Killian's side, took his hand, and looked at Olivia nervously.

Most of the omegas and slaves of the palace knew her even more than I do, and they will do no other thing but defend her. “Today.” Killian’s voice was loud. Repeating the orator’s words was weird to me, but saying it loud, so I could feel them drum in my ears, was worse. “I Killian Mart.” The orator said and waited for him to react. “I Killian Mart!” Killian knew nothing else but to repeat the disgusting statements. “Hereby mark you, Laura Faris, my Luna.” The orator said. That was the most disgusting statement I had heard from him so far.