Scarecrow Cillian Murphy Novels & Stories

The Alpha of Moonshore Pack, Lucian Parker, was shocked when he learned I wanted to hold a marking ceremony with Cillian. Nonetheless, considering Cillian was confined to a wheelchair for years, he figured this might be his only chance, and no other girl would likely be willing to mate with him after this. So, Lucian agreed to my request and even prepared generous gifts to make up for it. While our families were discussing the arrangements for the marking ceremony, I happened to glance out the window and spotted Cillian in his wheelchair. He was admiring the flowers in the garden.

I just wanted to cum right now. “Because I bought you for two hours, Doll. I own you and all your pretty holes,” Cillian smiled slowly, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes that terrified and excited me at the same time. This was the man I had met that night who looked like a panther. “I don’t want to waste my money or time. Clothes. Off. Now.” Oh fuck. That was the last thing I had expected to happen, and I didn’t know whether I regretted teasing him or not.

Holden said. “AP,” I called again into the walkie. My blood ran cold at what I saw on the screen—Cillian’s wolf, feral and unhinged, racing through the city streets after a group of humans. “No, it’s a trap. Cillian, don’t go that way!” I shouted as I dropped the walkie. The Raze unleashed hell on Cillian. My blood ran cold as I cupped my hands to my mouth to stifle the scream building in my throat. I shook my head in disbelief as Cillian took the shots. Tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I had to go to him, protect him.

Those blue eyes were burning with fear and hatred in equal measure. Dark lashes clumped with tears, skin so pale it was almost translucent, flushed deep pink across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. The Crow looked like something out of a painting. Something fragile and luminous that you’d put behind glass to hide from the world—or break with your bare hands. “Are you a mouse?” Killian’s mouth curved with something that was almost—almost—fond, though drenched in pure cruelty. “Hiding under furniture. Crawling into corners like vermin. Should I buy you a little wheel?”

One of them had scars on his face and the other one didn't. I gulped and looked at them in confusion. "We'll kill you. Murderer." One of them said and my eyes slightly widened. Murderer? Did he call me a murderer? "Yeah, boys, get aside. Don't scare our guests." Liam came out of nowhere and pushed them away as he bent down and looked at me. All of a sudden he took off his mask and my eyes widened. Is there something special today? I expected him to be ugly but to my surprise, he was handsome despite the scar on his cheek.

It took me a few seconds before I hesitantly placed my hand in the crook of his elbow. His arm was solid muscle. I could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, and my heart skipped a beat. The moment we entered the ballroom, the noise died. It was like someone hit a mute button. Dozens of eyes locked onto us like searchlights. Or more accurately, they locked onto his face. Onto Caspian Valerius. The people who came to see the "disfigured monster" were frozen, their faces a mask of shock and disbelief when they saw he was untouched.

"Mom, are you sure smearing chili powder helps? It's killing me! Help me! Ah!" Rufus cried. My goodness! To skimp on medical fees, Hilda resorted to some ridiculous home remedy that involved using chili powder. The screaming went on for about ten minutes before suddenly stopping. Then, there came Hilda's terrified shout. "Rufus? Rufus!" He must have fainted from the pain. I didn't intervene and let them handle it themselves.

The drive back to the mansion was accompanied by a sense of urgency, each member of the team mentally rehearsing their lines and actions to ensure the deception was seamless. Upon their return to the mansion, they entered with an air of concern, their expressions carefully crafted to sell the story they were about to deliver. As they approached one of the pack members overseeing the wedding preparations, Jerrica's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and resolve. "Excuse me," Jerrica began, her voice quivering just enough to appear genuine. "We... We saw Mara. She was leaving the mansion, and she seemed really upset." The pack member's eyes widened in surprise, and they immediately shifted

Not only was Cillian taller and bigger than he was, but he was also very intimidating, and he wasn’t hiding the gun tucked in his pants. He was brazen when it came to displaying how dangerous he was. “No, I am just saying it was a joke.” “It doesn’t look like she found it funny,” Cillian said, referring to me. I was shocked he was even defending me when he was doing everything in his power to ignore me. Lorcan nudged me to say it was a joke. “It was a joke,” I said, my voice small as I looked to the ground. I knew I would cry if I looked at Cillian.

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >