Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

It was like he was trying to control himself. James gulped in fear, sensing the same anger which I did a few moments ago. "But Master, I had no choice when Louis Madison blackmailed me by saying he would kill me and my son if we didn't comply with him and that was the re---" "Shut the fuck up you bastard!!!" He gritted his teeth in anger. "There's no forgiveness for betrayers, and you know this rule very well." I tried to step back when that psycho pulled out his gun, but his men held me back in their cage of hold.

“Mr silver. What do you want to do?” I turned toward him. Cold. Focused. “I want to bleed him dry,” I said. “Every cent. Every asset. I want every record pulled, every account flagged, every person he’s ever spoken to dragged into the light.” Jonathan nodded. “I’ll get the team on it.” I stepped closer. “And if I find out he touched a hair on Liam’s head, if he even looked in Vanessa’s direction—” “You’ll bury him,” Jonathan said quietly. I didn’t answer.

*** Meadowbrook, Grier Country SEBASTIAN Sebastian accompanied Deragan from his rental. “What’s your name this time?” “Derrick.” Uck. Horrendous! Bast eyed him askance. “Derrick Black.” Bast chuckled. “Bland. Boring. Everything you are not.” “I am bland.” Deragan shot him a quick look. “I want to be non-threatening.”

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.

Of course, there was some sense of decency between them but not most of the time. "Sure about what? The only reason why I'm speaking like this is that I know i did nothing wrong." Black replied. Unbelievable. So, sleeping with that woman is not wrong?" Killian asked while turning around as soon as he got completely dressed. He faced his best friend with anger and sadness in his eyes which caught Black off-guard because a while ago, it was only anger but now, there was lingering sadness in his eyes. "Which woman are you referring to? Because as far as I know, I have never slept with any woman associated with you." Black said with a proud look on his face because it was the truth, he never sle

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.”