Constantine Cast Novels & Stories

Constantine nodded his head in respect. "Goodnight, Alpha, Luna." It was Daria. "I’ll see you on Monday, Daria." "Yes, Luna." We waved at the couple as they drove away. After the miracle that saved my life, we contacted Constantine to inform him that Cassidy might be the missing piece of the puzzle. Upon knowing this, Constantine's sons didn’t hesitate to offer their blood to their father, and they all did it in human form while Constantine’s wolf drank from them.

Constantine hesitated, lost in thought, unable to make a decision right away. Travis had no faith in him. Constantine was notorious—a smiling tiger, the type who would beam at you while stabbing you in the back. Expecting someone like Constantine to act for the greater good of their people? Impossible.

"Constantine. Cardinal of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Got into an argument with the higher-ups of the church five years ago and was even said to have battled fiercely against the judges sentencing him. He was expelled from the church by the Pope, but not stripped of his title and powers as Cardinal. He's been wandering the world after that and entered Dasha two years ago." "He was allowed to enter the country?"

Knight Richard took a deep breath. “I have information where the castle is…” Constantine started his conversation and his cold stares were directed to Clayton and Marcus. Novak sighed. “It will challenge your existence, Constantine…” He threw his sight at Constantine, his brother in law. “How will you defend yourself from Knight Richard if he finds out that you are the one who telling us about his castle?” There were some seconds of misty pause for everyone in the room running their thoughts. “If something gets worse, I can defend myself in the front of The Congressmen…” Constantine sniffed and turned his head to Demitri who kept staring at him with her unspoken worries.

Constantine said as he bent his knees and kneeled in front of Darryl. Constantine's face was tense as he said that. 'Just wait and see, those from the Jade Sect. I will get you to repay me for that humiliation when we meet again at the Supreme Conference.' Constantine did not wait for Darryl's reply. He stood up quickly and waved his hand. "Let's go!" Whoosh! At an instant, Rex and the other Longevity Sect disciples left with Constantine. Wow!

I asked and she moved aside, letting me and my men in. I heard the sound of heels clicking and women giggling. Constantine came out of a hallway wearing a robe and he had two women on each of his arms." I'll see you around," he said, shrugging them off. "When?" One of them asked. "When I see you," he said and she pulled her face and walked past us before giving me a sultry wink. "Constantine," I greeted. "Castillo," he said, moving to sit on his long black sofa. "What can I do for you this not-so-fine morning?"

In the dimly lit throne room, Constantine paced back and forth, her face twisted with rage upon hearing the news of Cain's escape. The guard who had brought the unfortunate tidings stood before her, trembling with fear. "You dare come to me with such news?" Constantine hissed, her eyes flashing with fury. "You and your incompetence are a disgrace to the coven!" Before the guard could respond, Constantine raised her hand, and in an instant, a bolt of dark energy shot forth, striking the guard down. His lifeless body collapsed to the floor, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

I didn’t like being made a fool and these assholes that did that. Constantine walked out of the wood home and onto the sandstone walkway. His ginger curls had grown out and now came down to his shoulders. His fair was pink where his skin showed under his tanktop. His cargo pants showed off his muscular thighs. If I hadn’t had the the experience that I had with him, I would think he was attractive. However there was nothing attractive about arrogance and lying. Adalia came out of the home shortly after him in a evergreen tunic-dress accentuating her braided auburn hair. Her green eyes met mine and instantly her face fell.

faces, dossiers, crime scenes, each a monster in its own right. “Diovolo Castellano,” Salvatore said first. A handsome man with sharp eyes and an arrogant smile filled the frame. “Daemon Castellano.” A taller, broad-shouldered figure with a scar running down his cheek stared back. “Draven Castellano.” The youngest, almost ethereal, his beauty is a dangerous bloom. Then finally... the last image appeared, and my breath caught. Draco Castellano. The man from outside the cathedral. Sharp features. Dark eyes. An expression devoid of warmth. He looked terrifyingly emotionless in the photograph. A king raised inside violence.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.