Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

I wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but I knew that I needed warm water on my skin; otherwise, I was going to have to deal with more than just my sore muscles. Killian smiled and took me to the bathroom, holding me in his arms and I couldn’t help but smile. “What are you doing, Killian?” I asked, and he smirked before putting me to sit on the counter. “I am preparing my Luna’s bath,” he said, turning on the water in the tub, allowing the warm water to fill it. He threw in two bombs, and the smell of coconut instantly filled my nostrils, making my chest swell. Killian smiled and kissed my cheek before spreading my legs using his thigh.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

Tyse threw the keys to Mayeli, but they didn't hit her hands, nor did they hit the floor. From the look on Tyse's suddenly intimidated face, Mayeli was sure they had company. She turned to see Killian and almost screamed. Why was he always so hot? Killian was dressed in black pants, a black shirt, black boots, and a long flowing black coat. His black curly hair was falling slightly down his forehead. Killian glared at Tyse. “Have you lost your mind?” He asked the smaller man, his voice filled with anger. Tyse took a step backwards. “I think I should leave you to it, Mayeli”, he replied, dashing away.

However, Killian is an enemy. As Tiffany continued to train in the forest, unaware of the presence watching her, Killian Montgomery, a formidable enemy, observed her every move with a calculating gaze. Killian was a werewolf from a rival pack, driven by a deep-seated vendetta against Tiffany's family. Killian had spent years honing his abilities, becoming an expert in masking his scent and remaining undetected. He knew that Tiffany possessed incredible powers, and he saw her as a threat to his own plans for dominance. Killian believed that by eliminating Tiffany, he could weaken her family's influence and seize control for himself.

She dared to look up right into his eyes. The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.

Cian frowned slightly as if he could sense my racing the thoughts, my pained expression gave away the darkest pits to my soul as he looked at me reassuringly. “I will win, so don’t worry mate,” He said in a calm voice that made my heart race. “How do you know that for sure?” I asked uncertainly. “Because I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way,” He said simply. Kill them? I thought curiously. Would he truly kill the other two men who accompanied him here, the men who he had grown up with and had known his entire life, or would he kill the people who claimed to be my parents?

A distant boom echoed through the tunnels, followed by another. The man’s smile vanished. Killian. Aria’s bond flared hot and wild, a surge of golden fire inside her chest. “He’s coming,” she breathed. The man’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Let him. I will show him what his precious mate really is.” --- Far above, Killian led the first strike team into the enemy’s territory, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin. “Hold nothing back,” he ordered, his voice like iron. “Tonight, we take her back—or we burn this place to the ground.”

Once she finished getting ready, Roxanne descended to the main hall with Orla. And just as she expected, Killian was already waiting there. The man stood near the staircase in his neat and elegant black military uniform. His black hair was perfectly styled once again, making him look every bit like the cold Duke Lunnart everyone knew. But the moment he saw Roxanne walking down the stairs, Killian’s red eyes stopped on her. And a few seconds later, his brows slowly furrowed. Noticing his stare, Roxanne lifted her chin slightly. “What?”

Austin went head to head with him. "Because I want her, Austin. There is no other reason than that. I want Mila Carters for myself and I will kill any other person who wants her. You know me, Austin. I do not play when I want something," He said and arranged his suit. He turned to Steven. "Where are the papers?" He asked him. Mr. Carter took the papers and handed them to him. Steven canceled the part that was written in bold. "No intercourse until after the wedding."