Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

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."

I took my phone out of my purse, unlocked it and placed it on the table before sliding it over to Jason. "I made a recording." I said simply. Jason picked up the phone. "Don't be shy, press play." I urged him. Jason played the video and the room was filled with sounds from the video. After a few moments Jason paused the video and smirked at me. "You're trying to blackmail me with what? A video of me shirtless?" Jason laughed. "Go ahead, release it. It will make the ladies love me more." "Don't be so fast, watch it till the end." I replied to him confidently.

My skin erupted with black fur. The pain should have been unbearable. But I barely felt it. Because Killian had gone primal. Completely and utterly feral. He did not care about the pain. Did not care about anything except the red-eyed beast that was triggering the curse. The beast that was walking toward us through the darkness. Massive. Hulking. Eyes glowing like coals. Killian launched toward it with full force. No hesitation. No strategy. Just raw, brutal violence. We collided mid-air, a tangle of claws and teeth and fury.

Killian's grip on me was even tighter than anything I had ever felt before , it felt like he was making his mark on me and wanted everyone to know that I was his. Richard moved back a bit and dropped his hands as he forced out a smoke from his lips. “It’s finally nice to meet you Mr Blackwood” he says as he stretches his hands out. I raised my head to look back at Killian and that was when I noticed the rage in his eyes. If looks could kill I’m pretty sure the man would be six feet already. The man sighs against and frolics his hands as Killian grabs my arms. “Richard I think that’s enough conversation for a night”

“You’re supposed to be extinct. Is this a trick of Killian’s to get me out of here?” Damien let out a sadistic laugh, one that showed not a hint of humanity. He took another step toward me, looking with contempt at the empty bottles and the carpet burned by cigarettes. “Killian Blackwood has something that belongs to us” he said, examining my disfigured face with the curiosity of an entomologist looking at a crushed insect. “But we have a common interest. You want the Sterling girl, don't you? Help us get to him, and you will get your female back.”

But Killian didn't need my silver. He walked up to Silas, stopping so close their chests almost touched. He didn't shift. He didn't growl. He simply reached out, grabbed the front of Silas’s heavy leather vest with one hand, and pulled the massive Alpha down until they were eye-to-eye. "My howl doesn't belong to you, Silas," Killian said, his voice quiet but so laced with raw, human venom that it carried to the back of the hall. "I am Killian Blackwood. I took the Citadel. I took the South. And if you think my wolf is the only thing that makes me dangerous, step outside with me right now. No shift. No claws. Just two men and a knife."

"Alpha, for three years, we've used every contact we have. We've even searched the rogue encampments. It's like Selena just vanished." "Forget it," Killian sneered. He glanced at his watch. The one I bought him with my first warrior's bounty... "If she wants to hide, she has a thousand ways to make sure we never find her." He walked toward the door. "Burn it," he commanded, his voice devoid of all emotion. "Bianca is waiting for me. Don't keep my mate waiting." #

I had never seen her like this before. The calm, controlled commander was gone. “You didn’t just burn a coffin today, Killian,” Tanya continued. “You stole a dead baby from a grieving mother in the village so you could protect hers.” Killian slowly turned to face her. His dark eyes studied her face carefully. Coldly. He noticed the way her hands trembled. He saw the emotion she was trying to hide. “You are letting your feelings control you, Tanya,” Killian said in a low voice.

"I bought the local precinct five years ago with Arthur’s Cayman money. We have twenty minutes before the state troopers realize the dispatch line is looped. Now... hand over the keycard, Elara, or I start by putting a bullet through the little girl under the table." The room seemed to lose all air. Killian’s entire posture shifted. The dark, suffocating aura around him flared with pure, murderous fury. His finger tightened on the trigger, every instinct driving him to end Valerie right where she stood, regardless of the men behind her. "Touch her," Killian whispered, his voice trembling with a violence so raw it sent shivers down my spine, "and I will tear your heart out with my bare hands

I whisper clawing the nail paint. Cora is sitting in a corner crying. She was with him when someone shot her. A man who I guess Killian called also came barging in. His dark and broody looks make him look like an actual killer. He is wearing a leather jacket with pants, I noticed the distinct tattoo on his neck. Who is this? Killian sees him and for the first time in the last 40 minutes, he seems relaxed. He turns toward Cora. "Tell us what happened, Cora."