Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

The black rogue’s neck was torn from his body, blood gushing out and spreading across the earth. Isabella’s eyes widened, a glimmer of recognition lighting them up—she knew that black wolf. It was Killian. He had come for her. A rush of emotion hit her—shock, disbelief, and an ache that tightened her chest. But before she could process it, two other wolves lunged at him from both sides. Killian’s wolf moved with ruthless precision. He lifted his foreleg and slashed the gray wolf across the chest, then caught the brown one in his jaws. With a powerful jerk, he hurled the gray wolf into the air; the sickening crack of bones on impact confirmed his death.

Tall windows framed in black showed rain still streaking down the glass. Sitting casually behind the desk was a man. Killian Black. She knew him the instant she saw him—though they’d never met. He looked more handsome than he did in papers. Everyone knew Killian Black. The man who’d built an empire from blood and backroom deals. He was the man Damien hated more than anyone in the world. Killian sat back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey lazily in one hand. His other hand drummed fingers against the desk—slow and bored.

The 'Destroyer' is starting to wake up. "Next time," Killian told his daughter, "Wait until you're off-camera. I’ll teach you how to scramble the sensors." "Killian Blackwood!" I groaned. "You are going to raise a super-villain!" "No," Killian said, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. "I'm raising a Blackwood. And the world better get used to it." As we walked to the car, I looked at my two children. The Golden Boy and the Shadow Girl.

And Killian began taking lessons from Master Chen. He taught him everything from fighting techniques to medical knowledge that could kill and revive and survival methods that makes you walk through hell. The lessons were extraordinary. Killian mastered everything in 720 days when it would take one thousand years for beginners to learn it and another five hundred years to master it. He ascended to the god level in seven hundred and twenty days while the Ashbourne family thought they'd broken him in exile. "You're born for something greater, kid" Master Chen would always say. "No one has mastered those skills faster like you did."

Jake asked. Oh yeah, yeah everything is fine. Kate’s immediate response with a smile and pretended that nothing is going on. Jake smiled and contented with her answer. Afterwards, the cabin crew came and offered them their snacks but both of them didn’t want anything. Would you like some champagne? Jake asked Kate. Oh, sssure.. Kate replied hesitantly. It’s just a glass of champagne she thought to herself. They both enjoyed their champagne. Jake initiated the conversation. They talked about some funny stuff in the training and Kate realize that Jake seems to be fun and harmless. Jake on the other hand enjoyed their conversation and Kate’s company.They both didn’t realize that the airplane is

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."

I hurried down the long, winding driveway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. *Protect the baby. Get to the gate.* The wrought-iron gates loomed out of the mist, their sharp decorative pikes pointing toward the black sky like warning fingers. Just beyond them, a matte-black SUV sat idling, its headlights extinguished. It looked like a predator waiting in the tall grass. As I approached, the back door opened. Killian Blackwood stepped out. He wasn't wearing the charcoal mask anymore. In the pale moonlight, his features were sharp, his jaw set in a grim line of determination. He looked lethal—a man who had spent his entire life preparing for this moment.

The beta growled and I watched as the Alpha- my father- sighed tiredly before sobbing back into the chair. “You’re mad Killian. Very mad.” “Oh, I know that. And that’s why I plan to kill Alpha Blackwood. Maybe my madness would make me achieve that! Something your cowardly self would never do.” “KILLIAN!” “What did I tell you about screaming and moving? You’ll die a lot quicker than I had intended for you to.”

I seethe at him. He regards me with a smirk, one that annoys the shit out of me and then he lowers his voice, his eyes on me as he scoffs. “You want to be a whore so bad, don't you?” he glares at me and snorted. “Well, dream on. Dream on, Tamara.” his expression turns cold, a refreshing change from sadness and anger, but not a change I welcomed. I look at Killian and he has this taunting look —eyebrows all scrunched up, daring me to defy.

The cigarette fell from Tommen’s hand, its sparks dying on the ground. Killian hit him again. These were not precise movements of a trained killer—they were a force of nature coming down like wrath. Tommen blocked and hit him back a few times, twisted out of his hold, but Killian had him again. “You will never see Mila again. She will never bear the burden of your sins,” Killian punched him. “I will never let her know what you did, how you died!” Killian threw Tommen into the ground, grabbing him by the collar.