Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

Mr Taylor immediately went limp and lifeless, just as he was about to remove the knife from his body, the door went open and Killian walked in. As the door swung open, Killian stepped into the room, his senses immediately on high alert. He glanced at the lifeless body of Mr Taylor and his eyes narrowed with rage. Without wasting a moment, he focused his attention on Tirich, who stood there, a twisted smile on his face. The sight fueled his anger, and without a moment's hesitation, he lunged towards Tirich, ready to exact justice.

In tears, he protested, "He is not Michael!" "Everyone is Michael King until you fulfill your mission and lay your sister's spirit to rest." Mama had fired. That was all he took. He pulled the trigger, and the man dropped to the ground, lifeless. Mama tapped him on the shoulder. "Well done, boy. You are ready for your mission." She kissed him on the cheek, and lowered his neck for a forehead kiss. "From now henceforth, you shall no more be called Shawn, but Blackbone."

“Arrogant? Honey, proud doesn’t even begin to cover it. They don’t just work with anyone. They partner with legacy. Bloodlines. Powerhouses. Not us.” "so I should be scared?" I asked, raising a brow he looked at me dramatically. "you should be petrified." "If the Sterlings are so fancy, then why are they even interested in meeting us?” I felt kim pause. “That’s the real mystery. Who knows, maybe someone up there actually has a soft spot for underdogs.” I flopped on the bed. "I'm so loosing everything I worked so hard for." "Don't say that heathy, were going to deal with this, one step at a time. For now we need to get rid of that blackmail."

His eyes were black with murder and Liam could see that because he bolted too, scrambling for the door. No, Zane thought as his rage grew thicker. He wouldn't let that little shit go. Other than to be punished, something told him Liam would try to get back at Asher again. So he was going to kill him, very slowly...painfully, peel the fucking skin from his bones while he begged. With his teeth bared, Zane started after him, the instinct to kill screaming in his veins, but a small whimper broke through the bloodlust in Zane's head.

I had just become his problem. And Killian Blackwood didn’t let go of what was his. What does Killian Blackwood want from me? And why does my wolf—silent for years—whisper his name to me?

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.

He had midnight-black hair and lethal, glowing amber eyes that swept over the crowd with absolute boredom. A faint, rugged scar ran along his jawline, a reminder of his dangerous time ruling the lawless offshore networks. It was Killian Blackwood—Cassian's exiled older brother, the true, feared Lycan Alpha of the Shadowlands. My heart skipped a beat, a wicked smile finally touching my lips. My perfect weapon, and my true fated match, had just arrived.

“You want to join your friends?” Evan blinked in surprise at her hostility. “Sure,” He waited for her to make the first move. She didn’t disappoint, aiming for his stomach, which he blocked smoothly. He continued to deflect her attempts, never once moving to hit her. His actions and her failed efforts only enraged her more, causing her to become sloppy in her movements. Evan saw his opportunity and took it. He put his foot behind both of hers and brought her down onto the mat easily. Kat’s hair had loosened in the process and now lay in a black cloud around her face. Evan stared down at her, surprise evident on his face.

"If you don't crave the attention of men, tell me exactly what you were doing in the arms of that bloody asshole." He was talking about Kaiser Black. My brain registered, but my eyes were round and unmoving from Killian. I had never seen him so angry like this, not even when he had the warriors lock me up in the dungeon. I admit that I had always done my best to frustrate him just as much as I was frustrated, but this wasn't my doing at all. Killian was literally on fire, and his flames were directed at me, threatening to burn me. I should have been scared, but insanely I wasn't. I had gone crazy. Killian had finally succeeded in driving me crazy.